Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2007 07:29:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tim Stillman <novemberhourglass@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harrad High Sex Ed

			    Harrad High Sex Ed
				    By
			       Tim Stillman

(for Harold, again)

Man. I still can't believe it. We had first class of Sex Ed. Today. God,
I love Harrad High. I mean, get it, we walk into class and the teacher
says, before you sit down, strip. We look at him and each other and at
him again, waiting for the joke. He smiled. We knew it was coming. No,
really, he said, take off your clothes; this is Sex Ed. We were stunned
beyond belief, to say the least. How can you learn about sex with your
clothes on? He asked this so reasonably that we no longer thought it a
joke or thought him insane. So we stripped like quicker than lightning.

And there we were, our clothes piled by our chairs in the warm classroom
this second of September-man, is high school awesome or what? There were
10 boys in class. The girls, he said are in their own separate sex ed.
Class. Most of the guys groaned. I smiled inwardly because I liked guys
anyway. And after all if there were only guys in class, and like Mr.
Morgan said, we have to practice on ourselves AND EACH OTHER, wow mamma,
well, a guy's gotta work with what he has available is how I look at it.
And I did look at it. I looked at some hunky bodies and some thin bodies
and some tall and some short and some somewhat hairy and some with no
hair at all. I was the bravest for a while. I looked unabashedly around
me, and finally some embarrassed eyes looked a little around too.

There were the jocks, the studious ones, the shy painful redheaded one in
particular, the jokers whose bodies sprouted half erections which
embarrassed them tremendously, their cocks were joking even if the jokers
weren't now, and some kids laughed embarrassedly, and others had turned
their backs immediately to the class when they were naked--nice butts
too, all kinds--I want this one from row a and that one from row c and
the final two on the last row for dessert.

Then Mr. Morgan passed out the textbooks. Some groaned. Most just wanted
to sit down and cover their dicks--there were all sizes penises, some
cut, others not, some with little pubic hair, some with medium, some with
a lot--this Goldilocks thought they all just looked fine just as they
were--the skin was peaches and cream, and chocolate brandy, and pale sun
winter bodies, and I couldn't help but notice a few eyes went over my
body too, as everybody got to sit and cover their penises and
balls-though why would we want to? --They were all so beautiful--before
the hour was over, way way too fast, it seemed, me included, I was not
any less awkward and shy and blushing than many of the others, all of us
got comfortable being naked with each other, so there was such fun then,
and we laughed at the teacher's jokes as he put us at ease, making us
feel good about ourselves, even our zits.

His quiet calm voice as he sat, he fully clothed and always would be, on
his desk, just looking at us as a normal dressed class, said all the
things we were worried about, and ticked through them one at a time, and
helped us smile at our insecurities and how ashamed we were of some
things--he said society does that and to always be proud of ourselves; I
think he is the greatest teacher alive.

He told us that in class along the way, we would discuss masturbation,
and the students would have a chance to volunteer to masturbate in class
and we could see how he and hopefully other volunteers would do it,
chances were it would be in a different way than we did. He said we would
be quite surprised at how unique we were there, and who spurted and who
didn't, what it would look like and how much. He said we would practice
girl kissing by kissing each other on the lips. That we would measure our
erections and discuss from the textbook, yes there was a textbook, with
incredible pictures, he told us, and smiled big; so after I eat dinner,
man, am I going to look at that book. He said most boys our age and
younger and older are hard all the time, except sometimes when they are
embarrassed--but now, he said, we aren't embarrassed it seems. So he
told us to take our hands from our laps, to stand up, if we wanted to,
and make ourselves hard or if we are hard already, let the class see that
too...

Well, I hopped up immediately, try anything once twice ten times Tim, and
displayed my almost five inch erection. I had not been sure it looked
good but the other boys' eyes were fastened on it, and some of them
stood up, already hard, or rubbing themselves, or magically blooming
their hardness without touching it, as we watched...one of the boys
reached out and
Touched
My
Penis
I thought I was going to cum right then and there; I closed my eyes and
prayed this better not be a dream--then I opened them again. And there
every body was with their bodies beautiful in the glow of the morning
sunlight outside the long straight windows, the sound from other classes
in the air, cars going by. And Tommy gripped my penis harder as all the
other boys leaned over to watch closely and I closed my eyes again on
Tommy's impish little golden grin...but then the bell rang...and scared us
all. As we rapidly dressed...as if caught doing something dirty, Mr.
Morgan said, remember, there is nothing dirty about this at all; the
course has been given total approval in every detail; this is Harrad,
remember, like no other high school on Earth...so read chapter one
tonight, leaf through he pictures--like he had to tell us--and on to your
next class; see you tomorrow morning. Ha, let's see anyone ever cut this
class.

The next class we hard horntoads went to didn't have our full attention.
We were too busy thinking about what tomorrow would bring. And the day
after that. And the day after that. Oh please God, Harrad High, never let
me go.

(If anyone is interested in a continuation of this Harrad story please
email me-comments are always welcomed)