Date: Fri, 13 May 2016 17:20:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sex Ed Demo

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Sex Ed Demo

Jack's Dad took the permission slip and note from his son, inviting him to
observe the "body health module" at school. After reading it a few times,
he finally deciphered that it was sex ed.

When he arrived on the big day, he mentioned to the teacher, Mr. Thomas,
that it seemed a little late to start talking about the topic. He figured
that Jack and his classmates had probably had some conversations with their
fathers by this age and probably figured out everything there was to know
about sex, probably had that phase of
I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours, probably seen porn, and maybe even
had sex.

Mr. Thomas totally agreed. He explained that the curriculum was really
outdated, really strict, and really didn't help the young men much. It's
the same every year.

"It's always very dry and boring, and it doesn't really help their comfort
or confidence. They end up giggling and goofing off instead of learning
what's happening to their bodies."

Then it was time to start, and Jack's Dad was surprised again to see that
he was the only father there. The teacher explained that it was usually the
case. All the girls went off with a few mothers and female teachers, while
Mr. Thomas tried to accomplish anything in front of a room of rowdy boys.

It was a small charter school, with only 21 boys Jack's age, and they all
knew Jack's Dad. He was involved, coached sports, chaperoned field trips,
and was always the highlight of Career Day as a firefighter.

Jack's Dad took his seat at the back of the room and was surprised again
that there were no pamphlets, no video, not even an old filmstrip; only
talk.

The teacher leaned back against his desk, wearing dress slacks, shiny
shoes, tucked-in and buttoned-up shirt with a tie. He wished he could dress
more casually, but then again he was pretty young, and looking more like a
teacher helped him keep control of his classes.

He started in on the lesson with a brief overview of what they'd be
discussing, the students laughing when expected and murmuring jokes.
Mr. Thomas started discussing hair growth and mentioned that leg hair will
get darker, longer, and go higher up the leg.

The students were surprised by that one and a few started pulling up their
pant legs, comparing against each other. One raised his hand, "How long
does it get?" and other questions quickly followed, "Why doesn't it keep
growing like on your head?"

"Show us what it'll look like when we get as old as you!"

Mr. Thomas knew all the rules and limits of this lesson. He couldn't talk
about his personal history. He couldn't mention certain topics. He
certainly couldn't show his leg hair; what kind of precedent does that set?

Jack's Dad, a bit bored at the back, said he wouldn't mind, "as long as I'm
here anyway."

He rolled up a leg and lifted it up on a chair, before the teacher could
stop him, and the class clamored to the back to look. The questions were
now directed to him, quickly.

"Does it get really warm and sweaty? Is it soft? How fast does your beard
grow? Can I feel it?"

As the boys hurled questions at Jack's Dad, who was free to answer whatever
he liked, and as the boys took turns feeling the longer, softer beard and
sharper neck stubble, Mr. Thomas rolled his eyes. He'd never had this exact
problem before, but the students did always want a demo.

The teacher thought about it, "they always want a whole interactive
experience."

Mr. Thomas got the students back to their seats and took a pause. He
explained that maybe Mr. Dorf would like to sit at the front of the room
instead, and observe from there.

Young Ted in the front row spoke up, "I didn't get a turn!"

Mr. Thomas reined in the excited class, while Jack's Dad took his chair to
the front of the room. The teacher explained that he'd continue his lesson,
facing the students.

He began again, this time also explaining that the permission slips allow
anyone to choose to leave and go to the nurse or study hall instead.

He started from into the dry lecture again, "an early indicator of puberty
is an increase in leg hair...." Behind him, Jack's Dad again rolled up a
pant leg and showed the class how the hair on his legs was longer, darker,
thicker than theirs. He modeled a bit, making a joke of it. The boys looked
and listened.

Mr. Thomas stayed on course, aware of what was happening behind him, but
not looking back.

Ted interrupted, "uh... may I sharpen my pencil?" and was given my
permission. He walked to the front of the room, next to Jack's Dad.
Mr. Thomas didn't watch as Ted was offered, wordlessly, a turn at closely
observing the man's hairy shin.

Ted reached out and felt the soft covering. Ted was wearing shorts, and
Jack's Dad reached out and grazed the light leg fuzz and made a "not bad,
you're getting there" face.

The class watched, and the teacher continued his speech, and Ted actually
sharpened his pencil.

"As you get older, this hair growth will continue and go higher up the
leg," Mr. Thomas continued. One of the students asked, "How far up?"

As Mr. Thomas explained that eventually the whole leg will be hairy, but
explaining that he'll get to more detail about hair growth next, Jack's Dad
tried to roll up his pant leg higher, but could only show so much of his
leg, barely up to his knee.

Then he stood up, undid his pants, and let them fall to the floor with a
belt-buckle clang. Mr. Thomas figured what was happening, but didn't look
back. The boys looked as Jack's Dad, pants at his ankles, lifted the leg of
his light-blue boxer shorts to show his untanned thigh, with manly hair.

Mr. Thomas paused, "Of course, at your age, your leg hair only goes so
high, and it's normal to still have thighs without much hair at all."

All eyes (except the teacher's) turned to Ted, still standing at the front
and observing closely. He smiled and pulled the legs of his shorts up,
showing pale and hairless thighs to the class.

The class laughed, and a few clapped, until the teacher calmed them down
and waited for Ted to take his seat and for Jack's Dad to do his pants up
again and sit.

Mr. Thomas repeated the section about starting to get facial hair and
expecting it to be sparse at first.

"Hair growth continues in certain areas: notably under the arms, and
possibly on the chest," the teacher continued.

The class looked again to Jack's Dad, who wondered what he had gotten
himself into, not that he was bashful in the least. Mr. Thomas mentally
prepared for how to stop the class from to getting too riled up when they
eventually lost their comic relief.

But Jack's Dad went ahead and pulled his shirt off, lifting his muscled
arms and showing his armpit hair and a mat of chest hair trailing down in a
line to his waist.

Another student, Jason, raised his hand, "Can I sharpen my pencil, please?"
The class laughed. Mr. Thomas let the room settle down, and said that he
may.

As Jason walked to the front of the class, he looked at the hairy example
and thought about his own body. As the teacher mentioned sweat and smells
and deodorant, Jason leaned into the man's body and made a funny face. The
class laughed again. Jack's Dad leaned into Jason's armpit and waved his
hand in front of his face, as though Jason stank.

The class laughed again, and Mr. Thomas kept looking ahead and not over his
shoulder. Jason lifted his T-shirt up in the front, tucked it behind his
head, and flexed his arms, showing off the puff of hair under each armpit
and at each nipple.

He didn't really need to sharpen his pencil. He just wanted to play the
class clown. Still, this year's "body health module" was going better than
it usually did.

Mr. Thomas found himself saying the words "pubic hair" and stopped, not
sure what would happen next. He didn't turn back to see Jason pull his
shorts and underwear down to the base of his dick, boldly showing his bush
to the room.

The teacher figured that was what was happening when all the students
started covering their mouths to not laugh.

Jack's Dad thought the whole thing was hilarious. He was used to locker
room pranks and guys goofing around, both from his younger days and from
the firehouse as recently as that week.

Again, Mr. Thomas heard a belt buckle clank against the floor, as Jack's
Dad followed suit. The older and younger man were both showcasing their
pubes for the audience, jokingly comparing and standing hip to hip.

Without looking back, the teacher suggested that Jason had successfully
sharpened his pencil and could proceed to using it as his desk to take
notes.

Jason returned his clothes to normal and took his seat, never actually
using the pencil sharpener.

Jack's Dad remained in front of the class and remained without a shirt and
with his pants around his ankles.

"The testicles drop lower and sometimes one hangs lower, which is perfectly
normal," continued the teacher. Jack's Dad looked down at his crotch.

He looked back at the class in front of him, and he reached into the fly of
his boxers and pulled out his balls, positioning his penis inside the
underwear and off to the side.

The reaction from the boys gave some indication to Mr. Thomas of the demo
being offered. Of course, he'd more than once witnessed some kind of
balls-on-view joke among these students, even in the hallways.

Another student raised his hand. His name was hard to pronounce, so he said
to call him Ed, which was close enough. "May I sharpen my pencil, please?"

Mr. Thomas didn't know what to make of this, and neither did the rest of
the students. With permission, and without a pencil in hand, Ed walked to
the front of the class. The teacher almost turned his head out of
curiosity, but stayed eyes-ahead.

Ed stood next to Jack's Dad, shucked down his khakis, unbuttoned his
Scooby-Doo boxers' fly, and wrangled out a very impressive pair.

Jack's Dad's did indeed have one lower than the other. Ed's were very big,
and Ed was pretty hairy already.

The class leaned forward and giggled. Mr. Thomas figured that Ed must have
something worth showing off. "Of course, uh, everybody's body is
different..." He struggled to maintain composure with a class that was
fidgety but actually paying attention for once.

They listened as their teacher explained what testicles actually were and
why they hang away from the body, what the tubes were and what the prostate
is.

He talked about feeling the testicles for lumps or changes, and said that
if anything feels strange, see the doctor.

More than a few of the students surprised their doctors with an unusual
request to feel their balls that month.

Jack's Dad followed along with the lesson and examined his balls, with Ed
copying.

The teacher moved on to talk about "penis length and girth" to the expected
gasps and giggles. Ed stuffed his nuts away and went back to his seat,
getting a couple pats on the back as he walked though.

As Mr. Thomas talked through "longer and thicker as you get older," Jack's
Dad was on the spot.

The teacher continued talking about all different sizes and shapes being
normal and about privacy, "some boys are shy and some are not and that's
okay."

Jack's Dad interrupted from behind the teacher, "Maybe Jack needs to
sharpen his pencil?"

The teacher was surprised but didn't turn around. He played his part, and
calmly asked Jack if he needed to sharpen his pencil.

The rest of the class cheered him on to go up and ...sharpen his
pencil. Everybody loved Jack.

Jack held up his pencil and said, "Yes, may I go sharpen my pencil?" and
was given permission and a small round of applause.

As he walked up next to his dad, the teacher explained some very dry facts
about the male anatomy with some clinical terms. He talked about keeping
things clean when 20 young voices came at him, hollering.

Some laughed and some clapped as, unseen by Mr. Thomas, Jack and his dad
simultaneously put their dicks on display.

Everyone in the class had seen his own, and most had seen somebody else's,
if not live in person, but everybody was rapt in intrigue and
stared. Mr. Thomas could only imagine the view.

As the teacher continued on about details, Jack and his dad looked down at
their own dicks and each other's, draped over their balls. Young Jack's was
nothing to sneeze at, but his father knew that a growth spurt was likely.

The father's was obviously full-sized for a grown man, but he wasn't
breaking any records. Still, it was worth watching and getting
eyeballs. Except Ted; he was looking at the teacher's pants and imagining
what was hidden there, kind of wishing that his teacher had been
participating in this show.

"It's yours and you should be proud of it and be comfortable with it, even
as it starts doing some strange things, like erections."

With that, Jack decided he was done, pulled his pants up, got a pat on the
shoulder from his dad, and returned to his seat, blushing a bit.

The teacher explained to the class what an erection is in scientific terms,
and he used whatever flexibility in the curriculum to mention that
sometimes it's already pretty long when soft and doesn't change much when
erect, and sometimes it's smaller when soft and gets much bigger.

The boys thought about themselves. Jack's Dad remained at the front of the
room with no clothes on except his socks and shoes and pants and underwear
down around his ankles.

Mr. Thomas explained that an erectioncan happen at any time for a lot of
different reasons. He talked about morning wood, joked about vibrations on
a bus ride.

"Sometimes, seing or even just thinking about something sexual can cause
one. Some of you might have had an erection this whole time, just from
discussing sexual topics. That's perfectly normal, especially at your age."

The class looked around at each other. Some hid their laps or adjusted in
their seats.

Ted imagined a hardon in his teacher's pants, snaked around to the side, or
else it'd be showing. Mr. Thomas wore briefs, and you in some of his
slacks, you could see the line on his leg to prove it.

The teacher continued, explaining that you can cause an erection by
touching or rubbing the penis, and that this is called masturbation. Some
of the students hadn't even heard the term, only slang ways of describing
it.

Jack's Dad sat down, bare ass on the metal folding chair, and started
tugging on his todger.

As the class watched and listened to the clinical explanation about what
was happening, Jack's Dad got hard. His beefy cock got fatter and longer
and curled up a bit. It leaned to one side a bit when it was hard, which
made it seem even heavier.

Mr. Thomas talked about how some erections stand up or straight out or hang
down. He mentioned U-shaped and N-shaped penises, figuring he could just go
ahead and round out the details and facts.

The teacher talked about how masturbation sometimes involves mental
fantasy. As he said it, he pictured what Jack's Dad might be imagining.

The students squirmed in their seats.

As Mr. Thomas said the word "ejaculation," it happened, as if on cue.
Jack's Dad stifled his usual yells and squeezed out a little shot and then
an ooze-out of glistening semen, while the teacher explained about the
sperm cells inside.

Ted wanted to get a microscope slide. Jack stared. Jason grinned. At least
one boy thought he shot a better load than that.

Mr. Thomas finished up the lesson plan for the day with some comments about
nocturnal emissions and other standard sex-ed talk.

While ending, he reached to the side of his desk, grabbed a box of tissues
that was there, and set it behind himself for the class guest to clean up.

After class, more than a few of the students needed some private time in
the bathroom and were late for lunch.