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Tyler was pleased to see his friend Jimmy showed up to the special class that Monday. "Hey, Jimmy!' he said cheerily. "You signed up, too?" Tyler was a cute-faced, black-haired, blue-eyed boy a little small for his age but his body lacked the skinniness that so many boys his age suffer where they look almost like stick figures.
"Yeah, you have to admit, this class is going to be a real trip." Jimmy was cute in the way the boy-next-door is cute, his regular face had only a couple of freckles on his cheeks but his hair was brown and his eyes were brown and his skin was tawny rather than bleached in tan tone.
"You do know what the class is going to be for?" Tyler asked him. Jimmy was kind of naive, a perpetually happy person, Tyler felt a little protective of him.
"Yeah, I know. We're helping the teacher with the senior boy's class. They figure it's better than girls and such, for them to learn with us."
"Yeah. Have you seen the senior class? Some of those football players are huge."
"Uh-huh, I checked out the yearbook for last year. Ought to be loads of fun."
"Yeah."
Other boys showed up, Tyler knew enough of them to feel at ease, he hadn't been the only eight-year-old third-grade boy to want to volunteer. Plenty of boys, almost the entire class, in fact, he only noticed three missing faces from what he remembered of his fellow schoolmates.
At fifteen minutes before class, the door unlocked and Mr. Whittier opened it. He was a heavily masculine man, wide-shouldered, slim-hipped, handsome as hell and looked more like he should be playing a leading man than teaching a high school class using elementary school helpers like Tyler and Jimmy.
"Okay, line up and give me your parental permission slips," he announced. Tyler and Jimmy turned in theirs, two boys didn't have theirs and were sent out the door, told to return tomorrow with the slips or forget the class altogether.
"All right, we have twenty-four boys in this class. The senior class is composed of twenty-three seniors. For this reason, I am asking for one boy to volunteer to be my special helper. I will use you to demonstrate the activities at the start of each class and to show the proper method to any who are getting it wrong. Who's interested in the...position?" He grinned at the slight joke.
Several hands went up. "To the front where I can see you better." He carefully walked around and looked over the eight boys who had raised their hands. Tyler wasn't one of them, he had checked out the senior classmen for himself. "Ahhhh, you. You are chosen for my special helper. Your name?"
"Jimmy Tanner." The teacher had chosen Jimmy. That made Tyler feel relieved, he could count on the teacher treating Jimmy right.
"All right, I'm going to bring in the senior class now. As they come in, each of you boys in line will take the person who comes in, in order. Don't try to select someone, I will want you to pair up with a different senior each day.
That gave Tyler the nervous jitters, he had hoped to pick his favorite guys. But if he had to take whoever came in the door... He ended up in the number six slot and hoped for the best.
He found to his delight that he was matched up with Ethan Craft, a sturdy, well-built guy whose hair was black as Tyler's, with green eyes and fair skin, who was a trifle on the thin side, but still had some nice muscle build and a sweet looking face, a bit on the "too pretty" side but when has that ever been a problem for a guy who had a nice bulge in his pants to muse upon with longing? He was a running back for the football team, so he'd have plenty of energy for the class.
He took Ethan's hand and was led by Ethan to his chosen seat in the class, which was a large table-like desk with a free-standing chair. This was different than the one-piece desks of grade school, but used in any class where the students would need to practice hands-on work. Like this one.
The second the seniors were at their desks with their boys, the teacher rang a sharp bell located on his desk. "You will stop whatever you are doing and pay attention to my words whenever you hear that bell. Henceforth, when you hear that bell when you first enter, you will immediately strip off all your clothing, fold it and put it inside the compartment built into your desk. Do not put it where it could be a tripping hazard."
His face smiled. "Now strip!" He began to do so himself.
Tyler obeyed the command, but found himself staring at this god/teacher longingly. If he'd known the teacher wanted to become part of the action, he would have raised his hand! But Jimmy was gazing at the man with adoration approaching worship, he couldn't begrudge his buddy that boon, not really. And Ethan was a good-looking guy, too. And... "Oh, my God!" he gasped when he beheld the dangling dong that belonged to Ethan. "How big is that!"
"Come to order, Tyler." Mr. Whittier said to him, the man was now nude and sporting a substantial sized erection, Jimmy was gazing at it with an awed look on his face.
Tyler felt pride that Mr. Whittier knew Tyler's name and hadn't known Jimmy's, even though he'd picked Jimmy to be his partner in the classes.
"All right, it is time to get started. I want all the boys to climb up on the desk. Lie on your backs with your legs facing your partner."
Tyler started to try to step on the chair and slip to the desk that way but Ethan worked first, he scooped Tyler up into the air with his hands under Tyler's armpits and sat him on the desk with his feet dangling off the side. "There you go, Tyler," Ethan said. He sat in the chair and scooted it up to where Tyler's legs were practically touching his chest, he knew what was about to happen. Perhaps when he was Tyler's age, he had been on a desk like this with some senior grinning at him.
Mr. Whittier was passing out small pouches made of some plastic-like material, and holding items. "Take one and pass the rest back," he instructed like the pouches were some study material. When they were done, he went on, "Open the pouches and take out the plastic bag holding the wet wash cloth. Use that to cleanse the boy's rectal area if it needs cleaning. Use it even if it doesn't. You'll want that area to be clean."
Tyler wasn't worried about that, he was careful to wipe. Ethan did scrub a bit but nothing that couldn't be explained by the "want that area to be clean" mention. He thrilled at what that meant.
Sure enough, the teacher said, "Now, the first thing is to prepare the boy for insertion. One way is to play your tongue over and into his rectum to stimulate and excite the boy's libido, sex him up, in other words."
He had Jimmy up on the desk where he could demonstrate and a videocamera lit up a screen above the desk to show the action in close-up detail, Jimmy's butthole was about six inches across on that screen.
"I shall now demonstrate several ways to titillate the senses of your boy partner by playing with his...lower entrance.
"First approach, I recommend that you start by circling the edge of the sphincter. Toy with the region and give the boy a hint of what pleasure awaits him."
Ethan did that to Tyler and Tyler let out a long, low croon. God, that felt so good! He'd wiped his ass any number of times but never had he felt this gentle moist tonguetip dancing around his butthole and making it sparkle with delight.
Mr. Whittier taught the class other ways to use the tongue on boy's butts, and every boy in the class was moaning by the time the lesson on tonguing was done. The last one involved how to penetrate the now-stimulated anus with the tongue and Ethan's tongue gently pried Tyler's butthole open and Tyler groaned as the meaty part of the tongue was slowly wormed into his lower cavity. Mr. Whittier really knew what to do to please a boy!
"Now that the boy's anus is stimulated and pliable, we proceed to the lubrication. You can use a finger, but you have in your pouch a lubrication tube with applicator designed for this form of sex."
Ethan saw the tube, it was topped with a two-inch long tip that was perforated all along its length.
"Insert the tube into the anus, and give it a careful, slow squeeze. The applicator is designed to distribute the lubrication all along its length as well as out the top. Don't overapply, try to squeeze out just enough to grease the rectal cavity."
Ethan pushed the tube up Tyler's ass and he felt it as a small but alien invader in his ass.
Then there was a rush of a greasy fluid that hit his innards and it felt...warm!
"You boys will notice the addition of a pain relieving balm that gives a sensation of warmth. It will also assist you in dealing with the insertion process."
"How are you doing, Tyler?" Ethan asked him.
"I'm okay. Feels good." Tyler agreed.
"Damn, I'm so fucking hot right now," Ethan heaved. "These delays are driving me crazy."
"It's a class."
"I know, but...damn, you're so fucking hot! I wanted you even before this class, I jumped back a space in our line so I could match with you." Ethan confessed.
"I'm glad you and I are together, too." Tyler agreed.
Ethan leaned over and gave Tyler a kiss and Tyler wrapped his arms around him.
"Physical affection at this point is permitted," they heard and separately hastily, but Mr. Whittier's smile and some other senior's chuckles said they weren't in trouble. Ethan was flushing, but Tyler reached up and touched his face, and the flush faded with his smile.
"Now that the lubrication is applied to the boy's anus, you should remove the applicator by unscrewing it and use more lubrication to grease your penis." Mr. Whittier went on. "I presume you all know how to stroke your own penis."
Everyone laughed.
"Be sure to cover the entire length from the tip of the glans to the base of the penis. You shouldn't push in deeper than a depth of three or four inches at this first meeting, but if an accident occurs or passion is too high, the lubrication will reduce injuries."
"Let me do it." Tyler said to Ethan, who handed the boy the tube with a grin.
Tyler squeezed a huge glob on his palm and gripped the massive organ, and Ethan moaned as Tyler's hand slid down to the base then back up to the top with the lubrication smearing over the hard organ and the reddened glans. Ethan's cock was an impressive nine inches and the circumcision had left enough of the foreskin to cover the flare of the glans, and Tyler pushed the skin back to grease that area.
"Ummmmmmm!" Ethan groaned, rather loudly. But he wasn't the only one who was moaning, and Tyler wasn't the only one who was applying lube to his teenaged partner's dong.
Mr. Whittier was greased up as well and he had Jimmy lubricated, the teacher was doing everything he was instructing the students on. The camera continued to give an excellent view of the up-close action. The seniors only needed to look his way as he continued his instructions.
"Now place your glans at the boy's anus and touch the tip to it only at this time."
Ethan did so, and the warm cockhead at Tyler's excited sphincter was like a firebrand out to mark him for life. "Uhhhhhhh!" Tyler groaned. "Nice, so nice!"
"Now push in gently, slowly, no more than your glans. Just push that inside."
Tyler moaned as the warm cockhead pressed into him. Ethan's clipped foreskin covered his flare, but he did stop about the right place. It was a strain on him, his face showed he was fighting the urge to stab it all the way in."
"Let the boy get used to it, let him feel it." Mr. Whittier said. "Boys, when you feel ready, you can let him push in further. Seniors, no more than an inch at a time, and no stroking, just insert."
"More!" Tyler breathed.
"Oh, God!" Ethan was flushing again, not with embarrassment, but with need, a pale scarlet tone darkened his fair skin. He pushed in a little, the prescribed inch, and stopped, his chest heaving.
Tyler felt only joy and delight in his body and he said again, "More!"
"Hnnnnn!" Ethan added another inch into the boy.
"Mmmmmm, more!"
"Hnnnnn!"
"More!"
"Hnnnnn! Oh, God, I can't take it any more!" Tyler whinnied.
"Now begin to move slowly. Count to five to withdraw to your glans only again and five to push in to the same length. Some boys are taking only an inch or so, that is enough, if that is all the boy wants."
"One, two, three, four, five!" Ethan hissed, his teeth were showing, his eyebrows were in a grimace. "One, two, three, four, five!" he pushed back in to the length Tyler asked.
"More!" Tyler breathed. "I want more!"
"Oh, God!" Ethan pushed in another inch.
Mr. Whittier seemed to be paying special attention to the pair, for he said, "If the boy is ready for deeper insertion, or asks you to move faster, you can accommodate him but be certain you withdraw if he asks you to. Sometimes a boy asks for more than he can handle."
"Thank God!" Ethan breathed. "I'm going to speed up a little at a time, tell me when it's too fast."
"Okay!"
Ethan sped up about twice as fast as he had before, that painfully slow insertion and withdrawal had been excruciating for him. But this felt good, too, Tyler said, "Faster."
Ethan moved at a cadence of one-in-two-out, and his strokes were one-two-one-two at the speed you could enunciate those words clearly close together.
"Nice, Ethan nice, faster!" Tyler urged him.
"By now, you should be getting a nice speed for your partner, if you don't, you should...."
Tyler stopped listening, he gripped the arms Ethan was resting on either side of him with his palms on the desk, and he said, "Faster, faster! Really give it to me, Ethan!"
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh, hot, so damned hot!" Ethan heaved. "I knew when I saw you looking at me, I knew you were a hot piece of ass."
"And I knew you were a hot fuck!" Tyler breathed. "Fuck me, Ethan, fuck me!"
"Shit, I'm so hot, I may come quick!" Ethan cautioned.
"I don't care, fuck me fast and hard!"
"You got it." Ethan began to hammer-fuck the boy with the speed only a healthy eighteen-year-old can muster, and he wasn't the only one. Every boy in the class was now being fucked at full speed, and Mr. Whittier was plugging Jimmy at a speed that made the teacher's bobbing-ass almost a blur. Mr. Whittier really knew how to plug a hot ass! Jimmy was wailing in his pleasure non-stop and every boy was groaning, and every teenaged senior was grunting or gasping or saying vulgar words to the boy he was screwing with all his might.
Tyler now could only see Ethan, feel the teen's huge cock plunging in and out of his ass, and the heat from that dong was like fire in his veins.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Ethan gasped.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!" Tyler replied
"UHHH-UHHH-UHHHH!"
"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH!"
"HUH-HUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Ethan creamed with the heavy flood of spunk only a teenaged boy can deliver.
Tyler felt that squirting into him and his own boyish climax shook him hard. "AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
They were the first ones to orgasm, and some seniors made fun of Ethan for being "quick on the trigger" but soon every teen and boy in the room was in the throes of orgasm.
Tyler didn't care, he had Ethan in his arms and they were kissing and stroking and touching each other all over. "Ahhhh, that was so good!" Ethan sighed.
"As good as I knew it could be!" Tyler agreed.
Mr. Whittier was no exception, he had finished with Jimmy and was still panting hard, his cock slimy with lube but limp and he continued as breathlessly as he could, "Now, this was only the first position, the missionary position as performed with a desk or tabletop. We'll have mattresses in here next time, bring any special pillows you want to use with the mattress though we will provide two standard pillows for your use as needed in our next class."
"You can get dressed now, the class bell will ring in another seven minutes' time."
Ethan and Tyler helped each other dress, holding the other's underwear out to let him step in instead of struggling on one foot, and so on. Done, Ethan gave the boy a long, deep, open-mouthed kiss and even the hoots of the other seniors didn't dissuade him. Tyler, let go at last, saw every eye on him and flushed, as did Ethan.
"Hey, he was good!" Tyler said defensively.
That made the others laugh even more.
"You won't be allowed to pair up again in the class," Mr. Whittier reminded him. "But there is no bar to outside activities, so long as it doesn't affect your performance in class."
The bell rang and the first class was over.
Tyler's second class the next day, he got Drew Blakenship, a solid defensive lineman for the football team, he was muscled and broad shouldered, his stomach wasn't flat but he was built on the basic lines of a walking refrigerator, as they say. He was handsome in a battered-face sort of way and his blond hair and hazel eyes and rounded cheeks fit his more massive frame. His cock, Tyler was relieved to see, was a nice-sized seven inches, and thinner around than Ethan, for this young boy was a trifle intimidated by the brawny senior-classman who was literally more than twice as big as he was.
"This time, you will be making love the same way as yesterday, face-to-face, but you will be on your knees instead of your feet, and this will restrict your movements to a fair degree, and you need to adjust...."
Tyler quit listening, Drew was staring at him non-stop and the big teen was scaring him with that gaze. Maybe he could ask to switch.
The classroom had a mattress up front for Mr. Whittier and single-person mattresses for the students. Drew took Tyler to the far left row about halfway back where his friends were and they snickered and compared their boys' relative merits and so on. Drew laughed, but defended Tyler without a smile against their insinuations of being "a boy whore" and Tyler found himself liking the big lunk.
"Thanks," he whispered to Drew when the class started.
"Nobody picks on my boy," Drew said firmly. "They try and I'll beat them up after class."
Tyler touched Drew's face like he had Ethan's, and the teen smiled and nuzzled it.
The lubrication proceeded as before but without undue repetition, reminders only from Mr. Whittier. Then he gave more detailed instructions on how to use the pillows provided to elevate the boy's asses upwards enough to let them penetrate the boys without undue pain.
When Drew pushed into him, he was as gentle as a kitten's playful tap with his paw. The cock felt just right, it made him full but not straining to take the stiff, warm dong.
Drew sighed when he was fully imbedded and waiting for the word to proceed. "Mmmm, you feel so good," he sighed.
"You feel good inside me," Tyler agreed.
"All seniors, begin!" Mr. Whittier said. "You may adjust your positions slightly as you need to, but for this session, keep to the missionary position."
That was fine with Tyler, though he felt Drew was strong enough to do any reasonable sexual position you could name. The big teen plied his massive body with the gentle strokes that made Tyler moan and gasp in his pleasure.
Tyler caught Ethan's look from the side of his eye and turned his head to look at him. Ethan was upset that another teen was enjoying his body and that he was loving it. But the rules of the class were firm and he ought to be allowed to enjoy getting fucked. He smiled at Ethan and gave him a gentle nod, then turned his attention back to Drew.
"I think Ethan is jealous," Drew said as he continued to thrust into Tyler.
"I'll talk to him after class," Tyler assured him. "Keep going, I like being fucked by you, Drew. You're nice."
"Nicer than Ethan?"
Tyler smiled and patted the big teen's cheek. He didn't have an answer here...yet.
The gentleness faded little by little as Drew's passion increased, along with his speed. Tyler didn't mind, he was rising in glory right along with the big stud. The joy and pleasure his body was rocking to made him sigh and moan and clutch Drew's back with his fingernails (not too hard, they were too short to do much damage anyhow). Drew moaned and his arms reached down and held Tyler in place by his hands on the boy's shoulders with Drew's arms running behind the boy's armpits and shoulders. This leverage let him begin an uninterrupted pummeling of Tyler's hot young ass.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" Tyler gasped as his ass was excited to the breaking point, the flow of delight from his prostate was singing a song of joy Beethoven would have envied and Mozart would have emulated, and he clutched Drew's moving, flexing back hard and he cried out in his orgasmic bliss. "OH-OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Drew sped up and his motions became frantic, they were a little rough but lasted only seconds, when Drew hissed, arced his back and groaned, "AHHH-AHHH-UH, HUHHHHHHH!" and he creamed hard inside Tyler's ass.
Done, the teacher launched into a course of instructions on how to cuddle and stroke and please each other after their sex and how to make the pain if any from the boy's ass more comfortable, by pressure to the right points of the body. Drew managed to do very well on this and the stiffness Ethan had felt from his pounding of Drew's ass was gone that easily. The class ended and Tyler sought out Ethan, had to chase him down the hallway.
"Ethan, Ethan, wait up!" he called out.
Ethan stopped and let his friends walk on and Tyler ran up, breathless. "Ethan, are you all right?" he asked.
"Me, I'm great!" Ethan said bitterly.
"Ethan, tell me what's wrong? You knew that we wouldn't get to pair up again in the class."
"You didn't have to enjoy it so much. Everyone was snickering about you and Drew."
"Drew was nice to me. He was very gentle and caring." Tyler said.
"Did you like having him fuck you?" Ethan blurted out.
"Yeah."
Ethan's face fell and Tyler reached out and took Ethan's arm in his hand. "But I still like you better." he said.
Ethan looked at him and the scowl softened.
"We can meet up after school if you want to," Tyler offered.
"I can't, I have to get home and babysit my little sister." Ethan said. "But I can do this weekend."
"Great. Saturday?
"Saturday, say, two o'clock?"
"Sounds good." Tyler gave the teen his address and when Ethan walked away, his walk was easier.
Wednesday, Tyler's teen was Edward John Mitchell, VII, a vaguely preppy-looking guy with a sweater literally hung over his back with the arms tied in front, like an impromptu cape. The look was kind of laughable, and "E.J." was overly groomed for a typical 18-year-old. His black hair was sleekly styled, his face was completely free of blemish and showed the signs of being treated with expensive skin conditioners, he was five foot ten and solidly built but with no real muscle on his body beyond that of a chess player. Among the others, he stood out like a multi-colored Bantam rooster in a flock of white Leghorn chickens.
But he was demure as he undressed, and the position this time was going to be more advanced, the teen was to lift the boy from lying on his back up to where he had the boy in his arms with the boy's legs holding onto him as if he were a four-year-old being carried against his mother's chest. The idea was to have at least part of the sex in this position, though they could lower the boy if the position became too difficult.
Tyler did his best to help E.J. hold him aloft but the teen's muscles just weren't up to it, and after a period of struggle and poor lovemaking, he gave up and Tyler smiled and hugged him as he was again lowered to the mat. He was the first one to give up, the other boys were still in mid-air being hammered as they bounded up and down.
"It's okay, honest," he whispered to E.J.. "That's a hard position to get into."
"Yeah," E.J. said. "But let me try to make you feel good now, make it up to you."
He did a credible job, the sex was delightful if not ecstatic and, almost the last one to finish, he came along with E.J. who clambered finally to his climax. His flow of jizz was a modest amount that didn't jet out like some of the other teen's had.
Tyler patted Ed's back in tenderness. Jimmy came over after class and said, "You didn't have as much fun as the rest of us did, huh?"
"Huh? Oh, E.J. tried, he tried real hard," Tyler said kindly.
"Did you see me and Mr. Whittier?" Jimmy asked. Boasted, actually. "He had me up and had me bouncing up and down so fast I got all dizzy. He's amazing."
"He's the teacher, he ought to be good at it."
"You ought to let him have you after school one day," Jimmy advised. "If he'll do it, that is."
"I'll think about it." Tyler said, then let it drop. Jimmy was getting a great education about lovemaking from a master, while he had to learn along with the seniors. Most of the guys were great, and Mr. Whittier was teaching them well.
Thursday he had Lou Grantham, and the guy was lean and agile. The sex was doggy-style this time, and how to adjust the moves to minimize discomfort and increase pleasure in this position. Lou was an athletic teen and he plugged Tyler's ass in a way that, if he hadn't spoken with Ethan and reassured him before, he would have been gnashing his teeth. Tyler had an intense orgasm from the butt-plugging, but so did the kid Ethan was fucking the same way.
Friday came along and the teacher passed out numbers to the seniors, smiling, and when they were all inside, boys and teens, he said, "Today both boys and seniors line up on opposite sides of the room in numerical order. You seniors get to choose your partners today."
Ethan was given choice number three and he chose Tyler with a grin. "I want to see what he has learned in class," he announced.
Tyler went to him with a great big smile and took his hand. The mattress that he picked had become his own, he used it every day.
"Today we're going to practice the cowboy position," Mr. Whittier announced. "For this position, which is the male/male version of the cowgirl position, the senior lies down on his back and the boy straddles him and inserts the senior's penis into his ass from that position. First, though, of course, is the lubrication."
With Tyler properly greased, Ethan laid back and let Tyler grease his pole as he had the first day. For Tyler, it was like coming home. Ethan moaned as he had the time before when Tyler jacked his pole in lubing him and Tyler grinned as he climbed onto the firm stomach of the studly Ethan. His ass, now thoroughly trained, slid down the shaft to the very base with the weight of the boy's body driving it and Tyler just moaned, but not as loudly as Ethan, and heads turned their way. "Oh, Jeez, Tyler, I can't believe you took the entire nine inches! Every fucking bit!"
"Feels good!" Tyler gasped. It hadn't hurt much at all, his body...felt right. "I like it."
"Save some for tomorrow afternoon," Ethan gasped as the boy began to rise and fall on him with increasing speed.
Tyler cocked his head, considered it, and shook his head. "Nah!" And rode him harder.
THE END
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