Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 02:32:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tim Stillman <novemberhourglass@yahoo.com>
Subject: g/m high school/ y/f "Harrad High"
Harrad High
By
Timothy Stillman
(To Harold, who sparked this idea.)
"Good morning class. I am Samuel Tenhausen. My father, Phillip, founded
Harrad University. Which was the subject of a book called `The Harrad
Experiment.' The book, compiled of diaries of the first students in the first
year of the university was edited by Robert H. Rimmer. That was a while ago.
Mr. Rimmer wondered at the time how the future would greet his book and the
ideas in it. Society never goes totally in one direction, and the flower
children give way to the abstinence based Christianity of today, which has
proved time and again, does not work. And yet there is always the facade. But,
boys, the beating penis always has the upper--hand. And no amount of repression
can change that.
"This is high school gym. And I've asked all of you to be only in your
boxers and your briefs and never to dress out. This will save money on sweat
shirts and shorts. It will also be the greatest physical education class of
your lives. It will be you having fun exercises and learning about sexuality
and yourselves and other boys in the process. This is a high school Harrad
Experiment. I know some of you are a little shy. You shall get over that very
soon.
"I know that homosexuality is foreign to many of you. However boys your
age are horny all the time and know that masturbation is always a fantasy for
most of you with your best friend, who is probably straight, and is putting
you through hell because you want to suck him off or to fuck. Okay, boys,
you've got the laughter out of your system now. This is one of the reasons
why the class is sex ed. Like you've never experienced before. You will
engage in sex. You will suck and be sucked. You will fuck and be fucked. You
are hard now, most of you, I can see your dicks sticking upward, some I can
see sticking outward. Therefore, enough of this orientation--take off what you
are wearing now."
The boys took off their shorts. Hesitantly. Some with false bravado.
Glancing at one another to be sure they were doing it too. They were shy. They
looked round at each other a little more boldly. A curious giggle. Most cocks
erect. Some put their hands over them. Others put their hands on their thighs.
One or two boys were proud of their hard ons and emitted a smile half way. The
gym was hot from still summer leading into Autumn. The gym was large. There
was a pool to the left of the boys, covered with canvass. Naked swimming would
especially interest them.
They stood in lines. Were growing to having fun being naked with all
these other boys. There were 53 in this class alone. Their bodies were thin,
medium, heavy. Most of them had pubic hair. Some a little. Some a lot. They
were getting horny and hornier. Some already were delicately and awkwardly
touching their dicks. It was stunningly liberating.
The teacher was a throwaway little man who had a small goatee. He was
walking among the boys. And tweaking their tits. Their penises. Rubbing his
hands down their butts. Coming close to their holes once or twice. Goosing a
few. The boys jumped and laughed and jutted out their cocks when he tweaked
them.
The other boys looked then at the sounds those boys made and laughed and
saw lines of bodies, naked and small, naked and large, above all else, naked.
The teacher, a whistle round his neck, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and tennis
shoes here in the gym that was also used as a basketball court. He was now
telling the boys to put their hands to their cocks and to jack them, to jack
them hard, with this caveat--while doing so, the owners of said cocks had to
look at a boy to the left or right of them, and all of them had to form a
circle jerk so no one would be left out, and although, the teacher said, some
of you like butts better than cocks, this opening class will focus on cocks
alone.
So saying, the boys awkwardly, though becoming less awkward, moved and
circles, their dicks all hard and their hands slamming against them--the joy
of doing it before other boys who were also doing it, and loneliness and
shyness and being different were cast away as in Harrad University. The
teacher told them to now take the boy to the right or the left of them and to
each jack the other. There were giggles and talk that echoed throughout the
large gym. They did so with alacrity. They didn't look at each other's faces
for a time, and then began to smile at each other. It was a rather
extraordinary group grope going on here. The boys were fucking other's hands
while they were experiencing the same pleasure. How truly wonderful to be
doing this with each other. And not behind a closed door.
Some had penis sheathes. Some were cut. Some were large. Others small.
They were all different colors. Some foreskins hung down low before the
penis. Others had the head sticking through. Different sizes. Some stuck up
while others stuck out. Some tilted at a forty-five degree angle. Some were
red at the head. Some were pale. Some were thin. Some were thick. Some had
rings around them. Some had veins you could see. Others had no veins at all
visible. Some were marbled. Their dicks were uniquely theirs. No one had a
thing to be ashamed of. They were all perfectly beautiful
Some heads were elaborate mushroom shaped with flanges. Others were not
sculpted in that way. Others with line patterns in the head. Some had their
foreskins pulled back. This especially interested the boys who were without
them. Others that had a slightly water soaked look. The boys who had thought
the athletes had bigger dicks than they; after all, they were star athletes,
discovered this was not necessarily the case. Some of the athletes had dicks
smaller, a few more so, than the boys who were readers or worked on the school
paper or were considered nerds, which made said boys quite happy, and made
athletes who had smaller dicks--well, it humbled them really and interested
them even more because they could get those smaller dicks all in their mouths
and that made them harder--and it was the process the teacher knew of the
great leveler. Balls heavy. Balls small. Balls tucked up hard in their sack.
Hairless. Some with hair. Egg shaped. More circled shaped.
He had backed away to the bleachers to the other side of the boys. The
bleachers were pulled inward so there was more room; therefore they formed a
second wall to the bricks of the real walls. They boys were going nicely on
their own and his time with this was done, save for instructions, but even
that was muted.
Some of the boys lay down with each other on the polished flooring. They
were jerking each other off, sometimes to orgasm, as the cum flew through the
air, silvery jets and bubbling up to the hole of some cocks and some cum, the
product of all this communal sighing and moaning and laughing and sex words
shouted out, landing on pretty boys' faces and the faces of those who were
not so pretty, and on chests and spread legs and crotches of boys who were
average, who were considered less than, but again, thanks Dr. Tenhausan, it
still works, only we needed to lower the age a bit. By university time, the
damage is done and not much can be corrected.
But here the boys were still at a formative age. Still at a level where
they could break free of shackles and rumors and fairy tales and just plain
lies. Some boys, three in fact, over on the side right next to the teacher
wanted to suck each other. Their movements, the way they jacked, almost cum,
but not yet, and looking at each other's dicks and faces with boyish
intensity, the teacher said, anyone wanting to suck cock can--at the phrase
the boys' boners got bigger and the ones who had just cum, were ready to go
again--a teacher saying this? Was this a dream come true? Or just a dream?
The boys who wanted to still hesitated. The teacher clapped his hands
and everybody turned their attention to the greatest teacher in the world, as
he said no one will be mean to anybody who wants to do anything sexually in
here. I expect you to treat others fairly and not to hurt them or laugh at
them or make them feel badly in any way. Now, agreed? The boys all nodded,
many eagerly, could it really be?? Then there were mouths over cocks and their
were fingers pinching tits, and there were boys lying atop one another and
there were boys pretending to fuck each other, between the legs. There were
boys examining each other's bodies, there were cocks going in each other's
mouths.
There were boys side by side, and boys getting off on watching others
while others watched them. There were boys who were pumping in others' mouths
and cumming, the cum running down chins and cheeks, much of it swallowed.
Though fucking would be something most of the came to gradually, there were
boys piling on top of each other and forming naked human pyramids, their butt
holes open and exposed to boys who fingered them and laughed and someone
toppled them over into a pile of naked boys.
And in record fast time, it can't be over already; the teacher blew his
whistle and clapped his hands. He was asking boys how it felt to have their
penises in mouths for the first time, mainly, though the bragging had said
differently. And how was it to be naked with all these other boys? And to
masturbate them? And to make them cum on you and you on them? The boys
released a huge cheer. And they all were jumping beans, wanting to get back to
it, there, naked, like a huge litter of puppies, their eyes young, their hair
long, their skin brown or pale or golden, some still had a bit of cum on a lip
or two, and it was safe to say they were happy now, even the unhappy ones, as
kids who never would have done this before, were rubbing each others' dicks
as though this were nothing at all to be doing in public, after all the other
boys were naked and had just had sex with each other, so what the hell?
The teacher asked if they would be back in gym on Wednesday at two for
more exercise. And everybody applauded and shouted out things like HELL
YESSSSSSS, and the teacher said, okay guys, kiss each other's penises and
mouths and then go get dressed. They did as he said, without question or pause,
some really getting into kissing dicks and then mouths and holding each other,
a few did that too, and then were off and running to the changing room as the
teacher stood and watched their naked flanks and butts and backs and heard
their giddy sex talk and laughter.
He thought, yes, this would be an exciting school term. And he added,
thanks, dad, for the inspiration.