Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2007 03:59:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tim Stillman <novemberhourglass@yahoo.com>
Subject: g/m high school Harrad Sex Ed. Day 8--The Final Class

		Harrad High Sex Ed. Day 8--The Final Class
				    By
			       Tim Stillman

(To R.J. for helping the story along, and for suggesting a massive part
of this chapter; all the flaws, as usual are solely mine.  To Terrance,
for trying mightily, to salvage a sinking ship)

(Feedback much appreciated on my story, with thanks. Tim at
novemberhourglass@yahoo.com)

This is going to be tough for me. It's our third class after Christmas
break. Course, lots of the guys are pretty excited that the girls will be
in Sex Ed with us soon. I guess, in a way, it's the fair thing to do.
Ralph and Devon said they were uptight get getting more uptight with
having sex with other guys. So it's only right we reverse the tables.
And, who knows, there might be something in there cool for us too. But
Matthew is just so out of it, now that whatever has happened to Bobby,
has happened. Maybe sex with girls too will bring him out of it.

I find myself loving Jordi every minute more than I loved him the minute
before. I find myself feeling something for every guy in this class.
Jordi says we'll be together and make our own Sex Ed. Class. And I think
that is great. I miss the video assignments. I am worried, however, he
will fall for a girl. He says not to worry. I still do.

The one of Devon shaving his pubes was fun. He used a straight razor, and
put tons of shaving cream on his pubic hair. His dick was hard all the
time, the head poking up proudly. He shaved himself bald down there, and
then he wiped off the shaving cream, and put alcohol on his groin, while
screaming mightily.

The class laughed and applauded him. Mr. Morgan said, "Ah, that could be
really dangerous, class. I know it was just fun on a boring afternoon.
But, please remember those blood-curdling screams. Hurt like hell,
obviously, and a nick on your cock or balls could make for an afternoon
to remember, that you would really like to forget. Prepare to itch,
Devon, when it all starts growing in again. But I have to tell you, you
made a memorable video."

I miss finally being able to hand over the video Jordi and I made over
Christmas break. It was so hot, really. Jordi fucked me. Yep, he did.
Hear that world?????

It was the first video that Mr. Morgan showed that third day of January
classes. I was embarrassed. Seeing myself on my bed, on my hands and
knees, still with my BVDs on, cause Jordi said once he got turned on me
just in my underwear. Jordi was rubbing the tip of his hard on against my
ass in my white briefs, as I rubbed my tent pole through them. I rubbed
the material of the briefs against my cock. It felt incredibly good.

My ass, though, wanted him to go inside. My dick was so stiff. He leaned
over and kissed my back in our warm room, with the snow thick and falling
still outside our windows. My room is his now. And he is me. I can't
visualize life without him. He says the same about me. He slowly pulled
down my briefs. Everybody was watching the video of him naked and kissing
me. I couldn't look at it for a while, but Jordi was stroking my dick
and said everybody was watching, even Ralph, so I should watch too. So,
gradually, I looked. I was impressed.

Jordi was putting lube on my hole and on his cock. He took a rubber and
put it on, then. We had the video camera on my desk. It's so bizarre
seeing yourself on tape, especially when we were doing sex. Jordi put his
hands to my hole.

I looked at the action now, and looked around the class. Everybody,
everybody, was hard and some were masturbating really slowly. Wanting it
to last. Jordi and I were hands on each other, as we watched little us in
the picture. We laughed as the image of my ass was wiggling, when he put
his cock head closer in, just so delicately to my hole that was puckered.
I almost came that night, right there.

I backed into his cock a little. The boys' eyes were riveted to the
screen. Even Matthew was watching. He had a hard-on in spite of himself,
but it was more like his body remembering Bobby, for his face.
Especially, his eyes were sad.

And it hurt, being fucked. Let no one kid you. Jordi was so nice. He was
so smooth and edible. He would stop as soon as I said to. Well, it hurt
all the way through that first time, but he was as gentle as he could be.
He didn't stick himself totally into me, I saw, not knowing, which made
me feel kind of disappointed I couldn't take him in all the way. But I
knew I would--soon.

I had not looked at the tape before class, because I didn't dare, in
case it was humiliating. The two of us, teenagers in love, fucking. But
he had about half his dick in me. That disappointed me. I thought I had
taken all of him in. But come a day soon, when I will. Then we were
fucking. That he was rubbing his hands up and down on my ass cheeks was
so great to see, to feel and relive it all over again and again. It was
very awkward at first. Like a rusty car motor just turning over after a
hard icy winter. But soon we were getting the hang of it.

Jordi and I were groaning. I felt like screaming. It was like his cock
was suddenly gigantically hard in my butt. And I was so infinitesimal
(yes, Jordi, thank you. I've heard the word before.) It tore something
in me. I bled, but just a little.

But who cared? It was Jordi doing it; therefore, hurt that way is not
bad. We were moaning, and saying things like "I love you baby," and
"fuck me, man, shoot your hot sticky load in my asshole," We made lots
of unintelligible (Jordi's words rubbing off on me, it seems--ha--again)
sounds. I looked at some of the boys. Two were sucking each other.
Looking up from the mattress. It made me hot, seeing Jordi fucking me. I
saw his tongue come out and lick his lips and his eyes close in
happiness, and how I looked being fucked, my face all scrunched up, the
blood rushing to my head as I held it downward. My hair was fallen over
my face. I was pushed back and forth by Jordi.

He was inside a boy's most private place. After a while, he got more
merciless and started doing it harder. I did yell, at that point, which
made him slow a bit. But I didn't want him too. He doubled a hand to a
fist and pounded on my back. My hard on was sticking straight out. I was
trying to rub it. Then, I was getting into Jordi's fucking me so hard
again, I let that go. My balls were flapping back and forth.

That was kind of funny.

I noticed Devon had gotten down on the mattress too. He was fucking Jimmy
of the bright red hair and the red pubes, or trying to, at least. Jimmy
turned over and said, "Later, man; that hurts like hell." Some of the
other boys had put on their boxers and briefs, because Jordi fucked me in
my briefs at the start of the tape. That turned me on as well. It seemed
to turn on almost everybody else too.

 Larry had his boxers on now, his dick sticking out the slit. Albert had
gone over to Larry and was sucking Larry's fuck stick now. Larry had his
head leaning back and was moaning, rubbing Albert's naked chest and arms
and back. He also was tracing Albert's face with his left hand. Larry
was making the loudest groans in class. There were plenty loud groans
going on too, believe you me. Much of it was because Jordi and I were
fucking on that screen.

The pain of being fucked, and the absolute joy of it. Couple that with
the feel of his cock head first entering my hole, with the sounds of him
squishing in and out and our mouth noises, mix that in with the way he
put his hands on my shoulders and took total possession of me, with my
hips, slender, but his hips more so. Add to that tangled, hard and
pumping like our asses. Put it against a background of snow through
windows. Then take one boy, name of Jordi, rising up and pinching his
tits, so it results in the Morse Code of our love, deep and true and
honest.

The little chapters of complete circle, that were clock ticks of more and
more commitment between us. We weren't kids anymore. When Jordi, my
Jordi, finally was ready to cum, he pulled out of me, told me to turn
over, in no uncertain terms, I might add, then he shot his Jordi cum on
my chest and navel and nipples. He sat up high between my legs and he
came more than ever. It was this wild cascade, this splendid boy
eruption. As we panted for breath, we both rubbed his cum into my body.
We hadn't fucked since then. I want to fuck him next. But we have to
wait a while, for him to fuck me again. My butt is still pretty sore. But
he rubs baby lotion on it, which makes it feel so very much better. Sigh.

As we finished on the screen, some before, some after cum ejected all
around the classroom. There was some ragged applause--many boys were
still having cums--but when they finished, the entire class roared and
slammed their hands together. Jordi took my hand and helped me stand up,
my penis leaking cum. He bowed to the class. So did I.  They gave us a
standing ovation. That is in many meanings of that phrase, as we returned
them. Mr. Morgan applauded too. Then after everything went to a mute
gabble and then to silence, he sat on his desk. We talked about the
video.

But we knew from how he looked, that this was his last day, teaching us.
To have him say so, I think, quite broke our hearts. He was asked, would
he come back, but he shook his head, no. He smiled at us again, and said,
"Remember me?"

And we shouted we would remember him forever, plus two days just in case.
He looked at us one of those looks that said, no, you wouldn't. Not for
two days. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. But I didn't say it, in
case he was right.

Someone said, "Can we at least see you naked, Mr. Morgan. In your
underwear please?"

And the thing was picked up by almosteverybody--"Plllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssss
sssss."

Mr. Morgan, without a word, stood up and took off his tie, his white
business shirt, his shoes and socks. Some of us licked on his body with
our eyes. He had looked so ordinary in his clothes. Wow, clothes not only
cover. They also disguise. He was in buff shape.

Then he took off his black pants and briefs and stopped.

"Mother of God," somebody said. "A hem," from another boy. We were
all looking at that big thick---what was that? A third leg for real
hanging by his outer left leg? It was his--our eyes almost exploded out
of our heads--dick. Pardon me. That should be MR. DICK, SIR, that was
so--impending--and so--pink and angry looking, and getting more so. How
could we have not seen an outline or something all this time?  And it
was-alive! We were so grateful it was cut. Least I was, so I could see
every single inch of his penis without a hood over it.

Getting bigger, being unveiled at long last, as he freed it, as it seemed
to fight him, being tangled in his underwear. He fought the rising
column, untangled it at long last with much might, as it bulled free,
bigger than Godzilla's, or Godzilla himself, as he yanked it to the top
of his briefs, pulled them finally down, freeing sun burst big balls.

We applauded. It loomed high above as Mr. Morgan continued looking at us
all the time, musing on his secret being revealed. It rose. And it
slammed against him, against his thick black pubes and his abdomen and
navel and up and up, like it was made of pure steel. It gleamed and was
so magnificent, as it got so high and was so firm and so heavy; we
wondered how it did not topple over the room. Or the world, even, for
here was the fulcrum to move said world.

It had a head as big as a huge magic mushroom in one's wildest trips.
The shaft was hugely made seeming of wood, around which it seemed the
biggest of fists could not encircle. And it was so detailed and so
unbelievable. I expected leaves to sprout from it and branches as it rose
through the clouds, as Jack climbed it. Good old Mr. Morgan. There is
life beyond 25. Maybe, who knows, even to 27 possibly?

It was a tower of flesh and muscle and blood. It stretched his skin to
the glistening breaking point. He pulled his dick in both hands as he
held the head of it out of us. We jumped back. Scared. His balls were
like sorcerer's huge globes of pink pulsing skin. He was not a freak,
not at all. Anyone else would have been. Not him. And that, Jordi is
trying to explain to me, is one of the main reasons for today and for the
class. He said this is the ultimate lesson. Now we know. Now we put it in
perspective.

All I knew then was:

He was more like-Zeus. More like--God. The question of his being asexual
was doused. We had talked about him, and had decided that he may not have
even had a dick, because he never got excited at the stuff we did in
class or on our videos, for surely we would see it in his crotch of his
pants, no matter how straight he might possibly be. Well, the dick that
ruled the world put that theory of his penis having been burned off in a
fire to rest for good and all.

Then (and this made me jealous as hell; go figure) Albert--poor
Albert--poor stupid Albert--or maybe brave Albert--made it to the front
of the room in two seconds flat, his mouth slavering juice, his hard on
laughing all the way, and screeched to a Road Runner kind of skidding
halt, in front of Mr. Morgan. He gobbled in as much of that dick as he
could, which just a fraction, though he gagged some as it must have hit
the back of his throat, making all kinds of slurping sucking noises.

He pushed Mr. Morgan, of the lightly muscular body, the hard small red
tits, the concave stomach, the well taken care of abs and pecs, the
strong, muscular legs, and the powerful arms that seemed they could
protect the whole world including us for always, right back over his
desk. Yes, weak, pale Albert did that and just sucked and rubbed greedily
that huge dick and those tight steel -baring balls.

Other boys were rubbing their dicks on his face, while waiting for him to
finish off two dicks in his mouth, which he did, not with greed, but yeah
I know already, Jordi, always horning in, or horneying in-- élan. Mr.
Morgan. A teacher good to the last drop. Some accidentally came on his
face. Then they licked the cum off. Mr. Morgan laughed happily at their
tongues tickling him. Other boys were coming on other parts of his body.
His tits especially took mother loads. And were hard and berry size.

 I thought of all that talk about dick size not counting, and have
decided it's true--if you don't have it, so what? Most nobody else does
either--not everyone's Brad Pitt, but it doesn't stop your life. I love
Jordi's dick, because it's Jordi's. Jordi says he loves mine because
it's mine. And that, as a poet once said in a totally different context,
makes all the difference.

But this was like meeting a movie star. Little did we know what we were
about to find out.


You can only have a moment of his time. But, it lives forever in your
mind. This would make Jordi and me hot for months, and our sex even
wilder. It was so funny. There was Ralph and Albert and everybody, except
Matthew, sitting back there, sulking, all over Mr. Morgan's body, like
he was made of honey and they were starving to death bees. Sucking on his
tits and feeling every inch of him with hands and cocks and bodies.
Devon, not sure about gayness, sure was sure about tongue kissing Mr.
Morgan. Boys were shooting off all over him and he was covered with their
jism.

 As boys took turns sucking, wanting to win the magic ring of his coming
in THEIR MOUTH, Jordi and I licked round the shaft and up and down and
all around the town. We kissed his pubic hair. And he rubbed our penises
with his hands and made Jordi and me cum at the same time. Jordi and I
leaned over and kissed each other.

Then it was back to Mr. Morgan's dick. It was warm and hard and smelled
so nice. Jordi and I touched our tongues round Mr. Morgan's, as they say
in the porno books, "monstrous organ." It was so much fun watching our
faces and each other's tongues licking the hot throbby, veiny cock,
which Mr. Morgan, later on, after he got his breath back, said measured a
little over 10 inches.

He later told us, shortly before the bell rang, he had been a porno star.
One of the big draws in gay films. He said he was crushed we didn't
recognize him. Then he laughed and said that was okay. He said, "In
fact, I had some DVDs of my--acting--laying around somewhere--oh,
right," he continued, as he pulled out his desk drawer. He started
laying them on the desk and we all made a hurried rush for them. We would
have him forever. Hooray!!! And Holy Mother of God, would we ever
remember him!!!!! Even the cover pictures--teach and some darker man with
a heavy mustache and olive colored skin and eyes, tongue kissing him,
their spit visible in the close up, made us want to cum right then and
there.

His porn name was Humpy. Of course, Jordi said, rolling his eyes, but he
came too. And good old Humpy, last thing, turned round so we could see
his muscled back and rear. We all put our dicks to it one at a time.
Some, three at a time. We hugged him all over and said please don't
leave and we will remember you and come to see us sometime. He held us.
He told us we were special. He said never ever forget it.

Goodbye was tough. Goodbyes are never good. Goodbyes are horrible. I am
not going to break out in to "To Sir, With Love." But he had become a
very important part of our lives. We thought we would see him round the
school or somewhere. But we never saw him again. Which seemed to confirm
Jordi's theory he was a mythical character. Like a satyr. That huge dick
was the size of those creatures. Maybe so or not, I don't know. I kind
of look forward to being with the girls tomorrow, and us getting to teach
them what we've learned.  Hmmm..And they can teach us what they've
learned in their Sex Ed. Class.

I'm going to keep Jordi in close view every minute of it, just in case.


So before Jordi and I go, I'd like to break that fourth wall, and say
deepest thanks to all the nice people who read my story, and who wrote me
about it, who helped me along with it, gave me some fantastic ideas to
use with their kind permission. This started out as one short story.
It's turned into all these chapters. Thank you, Phil, for going into
such detail about the framework of the entire school and what the
curriculum might consist of, the goals and purpose and reasons for the
structure at Harrad, which helped me make a short story longer and helped
me make it somewhat realistic fictionally, for giving me such a huge
spectrum to consider. I thank you for educating me, for having, some of
you, gone totally out of your way to be good to a total stranger and his
story--you have touched my heart and made me very happy. So:

LONG LIVE HARRAD HIGH!

                                School's out