Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2010 13:54:21 -0800 (PST) From: Sargon Bighorn <sargon_bighorn@yahoo.com> Subject: All Boys Private School Part 1 This is a work of Fiction. It is not based in reality. It deals with Brent, his classes, and his life in the all boys private school. As other aspects of Brent's high school life are explored they will appear in other categories of Nifty. ENJOY All Boys Private School Part 1 Day Dreaming through History My name is Brent. I'm your typical athletic 16 year old. I'm 5'9" 155 brown hair, hazel eyes. Lean muscled because I work out and like the look. My third year in an all male private high school is great. It's not that I am huge; it's that I am fit, active and involved. At 16 life is great. I lived with my Dad and enjoyed everyday. After the winter break and a great time with my Dad on the ski slopes we both had to get back to the real routine of life. School and work. Something that I like to do with my buddies is buy and swap comic books. The super hero comic books. The ones with the square jawed hugely muscled super heroes that wear tight outfits and beat the hell out of hugely muscled villains. I really like them. I have all of the Rock-Hard Man series. His arch nemesis is Orgasmo. A truly evil guy who wants only to strap Rock-Hard Man down and do wicked evil things to his fantastically muscled body. I'm a good student for the most part. I do my homework. Generally pay attention in most classes and get involved. Even though my favorite class is Male Physiology, my least favorite is History. I can't get what's so big about what took place in 1492 or 1942 for that matter. Really what? Anyway here is was time for History, it comes right before Male Physiology and this class seems to last for hours and hours and Mr. Dover drones on and on about Europe this and Europe that and zzzzzzzzzzz. Need I say more? I enter the room along with the other guys and take my seat. In this class I sit in the back. I flop down in my seat, open my History text book, take out my pen and sit. Mr. Dover begins the lecture and I think of Mr. Hardwood and Male Physiology class. I discreetly open the latest edition of Rock-Hard Man, he's been trapped in a vault by the thugs employed my Orgasmo. Half his outfit has been ripped off. His muscles are all hard and bulging. As Mr. Dover drones on and on it's all I can do to keep my head up and my eyes open, but being 16 and in High School, these skills are honed early on. One can look awake and be totally some where else. My mind drifts, my vision blurs, sounds muffle away I find myself sitting in the back of Mr. Hardwood's Male Physiology class. "Good morning everyone." Mr. Hardwood says in his usual happy way. "We have a super special guest today in class who will be helping us learn about the levels of stimulation and sperm production in the male Super hero body. Please every one welcome Rock-Hard Man to class." With one incredible intake of air or so it seemed everyone's heads flew up and everyone gasped in unison and looked squarely at the incredibly muscled body of Rock-Hard Man. Here he stood before us 6 foot 6 inches, 375 pounds of hairy rippling muscle. His dark hair framed his square jaw and his ice blue eyes peered deeply into ours. His smile, oh man that smile. His abdominals showed prominently through his tight outfit and his chest was massive. The bulge at his crotch was enormous. We all just sat there motionless. Even Mr. Hardwood was captivated. "Oh okay, whew amazing body Rock-Hard Man." Mr. Hardwood breathed with what seemed a prelude to an orgasm. "Today Rock-Hard Man has agreed to assist us with a unique demonstration. As you know I have a theory I've been working on for a number of years." Mr. Hardwood said in way of explanation for Rock-Hard Man's benefit. "It involves a unique machine I've invented that when attached to the erect super hero's penis will create levels of stimulation beyond the threshold of mere men to endure. The intensity can be reduced or increased to lengthen or shorten the stimulation time. And the machine has a catchment system that will automatically record the level of pre cum and sperm ejaculated." "So with out further delay, let's welcome Rock-Hard Man to the front of the class." Rock-Hard Man seemed to thunder to the front. His massive legs carrying his incredible mass of hard muscle forward. Once there he turned to face us all, smiling. "Please Rock-Hard Man could we ask you to remove your outfit so that each student will have an opportunity to touch your body with out anything between their hands and your skin? This is part of our class, learning more about Male Physiology by seeing, doing, touching, exploring." Mr. Hardwood asked Rock-Hard Man. "Of course." Was all Rock-Hard Man said in that deep and friendly voice of his. A perfect voice from a perfect super hero. Rock-Hard Man stood in front of a class of young men, boys still, totally naked. The thick black hair on his chest and abs simply served to compliment his musculature. His enormous thighs, with prominent veins seemed strong enough to support a building. His shoulders, biceps, and forearms where like nothing I had seen before. His flaccid penis hung over two enormous balls. The glans along of his cock looked to be the size of a small apple. Huge and covered in black hair, it only served to heighten his masculine qualities. I was mesmerized. "Class, each of you please come up and feel, with Rock-Hard Man's permission of course his muscles, the hair on his body, his joints what ever you're interested in learning about. See how they connect with each other, feel how they ripple and move when Rock-Hard Man flexes them. Take notes too. Pop Quiz might just take place, you never know." Mr. Hardwood chuckled. Rock-Hard Man nodded his head in agreement and with that permission we all surged forward to touch this incredible Super Hero's muscled body. Hands swarmed over his muscles. Rock-Hard Man flexed first one set of muscles and then another. I was feeling the inside of Rock-Hard Man's inner thigh. The course black hair of his leg feeling charged against my hand. I wanted to feel the point of connect at the upper interior hip. My hand moved up and the back of my hand touched Rock-Hard Man's massive scrotum. I noticed it contracted slightly at my touch. Rock-Hard Man moved his legs apart just a little and I was able to then feel the tendons and ligaments that connect the thigh to the inner hip. My hand seemed so small compared to his massive thigh. "Guys this is great, I'm feeling great guys." Rock-Hard Man intoned as 10 sets of young male hands explored his body. I noticed Mr. Hardwood standing to one side watching this scene and his cock was pushing against the leg of his pants. A huge wet spot forming at the end where his cock head was outlined by the fabric. After everyone had explored seemingly every part of Rock-Hard Man's body Mr. Hardwood had us all take our seats. As we all did so and sat down we were amazed to see the Rock-Hard Man's dick was erect and standing straight out from his body. Seems even a super hero has mere human responses. "It seems Rock-Hard Man enjoyed your explorations class." Mr. Hardwood said as he stared at what seemed like a massive 11 inch long penis. "For our demonstration class the first thing I will do is measure the size of Rock-Hard Man's erection. Tom will you come to the front of the class and record the measurements on the black board?" Mr. Hardwood asked. Tom moved to the black board while Mr. Hardwood moved to Rock-Hard Man's massive body. I notice Mr. Hardwood's cock pulse and the wet spot appeared to be spreading down his pant leg. Mr. Hardwood then took hold of the massive super hero's cock and laid a ruler along side it. "Ten point 5 inches long by" and here Mr. Hardwood used the ruler to measure the diameter of Rock-Hard Man's erect cock, "7.5 inches around at the thickest point. Did you get those figures Tom?" Mr. Hardwood looked at the Blackboard to see if Tom had recorded the figures correctly. He had. "Great thank you Tom you may take your seat. Okay Rock-Hard Man are you ready to see how this new invention of mine works? I call it the Stim-O-Maxer as it maximizes the stimulation to the male penis. Here let me demonstrate how it works on me first." Mr. Hardwood then unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor where he stepped out of them. His rock hard cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers. "This machine is incorporated into this unique chair. The chair conforms to any body shape and size providing total comfort. It will not interfere with the sensations being felt by the subject. Hence the subject can sit in the Stim-O-Maxer for hours with no ill effects of stiffness to the body." Mr. Hardwood removed his boxers freeing his erect penis. He sat down in the Stim-O-Maxer, attached the penis sheath and secured the strap around his hip to hold the sheath in place over his engorged cock. "The Stim-O-Maxer penis sheath is also designed to adjust to any penis size or shape. Because of this new material I've invented it automatically conforms to the contours of any male penis creating a warm, moist, soft, pre lubricated tube. I've also added some ridges to the end closest to the glans and the Stim-O-Maxer is able to determine where in the sheath to place those ridges for maximum effect." Mr. Hardwood explained as he adjusted straps and the sheath. "Okay, I've adjusted everything and I'm ready. The Stim-O-Maxer has a built in timer that begins when the stimulation power dial is turned on. It will automatically drop to setting one when it registers an orgasm unless the operator intervenes and resets the stimulation dial." Mr. Hardwood explained. "I'll now turn the dial on to its lowest setting which is one, the highest being 20." Mr. Hardwood said and he appeared to be shaking gently. As soon as Mr. Hardwood turned the dial on, the red LED light started to click through the seconds as time elapsed. No sooner had Mr. Hardwood turned the dial on then he moaned, his eyes rolled back into his head and he moved his head from side to side. He continued to do this seemingly without any ability to control it. His moans becoming stronger and louder, his head going back and his eyes looking unfocused. His hands grabbed the arm-rests of the Stim-O-Maxer. "Ah oh Ah Mmm ughh" Mr. Hardwood's chest was heaving noticeably, his legs where stiff out in front of him and sweat was running down his temples. As the timer displayed 30 seconds Mr. Hardwood let out a huge moan his back arched and the Stim-O-Maxer registered an orgasm and collected a sperm sample. It then automatically shut down. Mr. Hardwood was shaking his legs seemed made of putty. Eventually he was able to regain his composure. For several minutes Mr. Hardwood just sat in the Stim-O-Maxer and breathed deeply. The sheath was still secured to his cock, but with out the stimulation his penis was shrinking and the sheath fell onto his leg. After composing himself Mr. Hardwood said, "Class that was fantastic. 30 seconds is a record for me. I've never been able to last that long before. Now Rock-Hard Man would you please sit down in the Stim-O-Maxer and let's begin our demonstration." "Oh I almost forgot, what amount of sperm did the Stim-O-Maxer record for me. Let me look." Mr. Hardwood went to the read out panel and looked up at the class with his winning smile, "26 milliliters of sperm class. That for me is close to a record too." Rock-Hard Man was already seated and the Stim-O-Maxer had formed itself to the contours of his massive musculature. Mr. Hardwood then attached the sheath to Rock-Hard Man's erect penis and a small swooshing sound was heard as it surround Rock-Hard Man's massive member in an envelope of soft, moist warmth. Even Rock-Hard Man in all his masculine glory let out a soft sigh of pleasure when the sheath had surround his cock. "Alright are we all ready?" Mr. Hardwood looked up and asked everyone in general. The class responded with muffled yes sounds. You could feel the anticipation. "And you Rock-Hard Man, are you ready too?" Asked Mr. Hardwood. "Yes I'm ready Mr. Hardwood, the demonstration can begin." Rock-Hard Man's voice gently boomed out. At that Mr. Hardwood asked that Rock-Hard Man stay seated through out the demonstration regardless of how intense the feelings became and how much he might want to thrash about in ecstasy. The idea was to see what a super hero could endure. "Fine I should have no problem Mr. Hardwood. Begin when you're ready." Rock-Hard Man intoned and turned to look straight ahead at the back wall of the class room. Mr. Hardwood turned the dial on, the LED timer started to count and we all looked at Rock-Hard Man to see what would happen. After 30 seconds at this stimulation level, that brought Mr. Hardwood to a raging orgasm, Rock-Hard Man had not even breathed differently. He just sat there and looked amused. "Setting number Two." Intoned Mr. Hardwood as he turned the dial, the LED timer now said 45 seconds. Again we looked at Rock-Hard Man, no change was discernable to us. He was not moaning, no sweat, nothing. Mr. Hardwood kept this setting until the timer read 2 minutes 36 seconds. "Setting number three." Mr. Hardwood said and turned the dial. Oh now we noticed something happening. Rock-Hard Man's abs flexed. And his thigh muscle tensed too. Just slightly. His gaze also moved from the back of the class room to his massive sheath covered cock. The number three setting seemed to stir Rock-Hard Man. Mr. Hardwood kept the Stim-O-Maxer at that setting as he said, "Class this is amazing. No human could take setting number 3 for but a few seconds. Rock-Hard Man has barely shown any effects of having wave upon wave of sensations bombard his penis for just shy of three minutes. But let's see what happens at setting number 5 I will skip number 4." And Mr. Hardwood stepped to the dial and turned it so the Number "5" appeared on the display. Rock-Hard Man's totally body tensed, each muscle flexing and swelling. Each vein bulging. Yet within seconds he appeared to regain his composure. But not for long. Again he tensed, his bulging muscles straining against their own promise of not standing up or moving in the chair. Rock-Hard Man's massive hands gripped the chair's armrests and tightened. Once again he relaxed and his breathing, slow and steady showed he was working to remain in control. "Four minutes and 22 seconds have elapsed since we started this demonstration of the Stim-O-Maxer on Rock-Hard Man." Mr. Hardwood said. "Rock-Hard Man appears to be in control for the most part. This is amazing class. A true super Hero a true Super Man." "Now let us take this to setting number 6. At this point the Stim-O-Maxer will be producing 6 times the stimulation that a normal mouth stimulating a man's penis would." Mr. Hardwood explained. "The ridges of the Stim-O-Maxer's interior sheath deliver the stimulation directly to the glans and frenulum at the same time." With that explanation being delivered Mr. Hardwood turned the dial to 6. The effect on Rock-Hard Man was immediate and powerful. His entire body flexed each bulging vein throbbing, each muscle straining, sweat showing on his massive chest. His heart must have been beating hard under the powerful waves of pleasure and stimulation. He let out a loud Moan and his head went back. His massive forearms strained to keep himself seated in the chair and his massive legs pushed hard onto the floor in an attempt to maintain his position. "Ahh Uhh No Ugh No" Rock-Hard Man moaned as the LED light showed he'd been in the Stim-O-Maxer for just under 7 minutes. After a few seconds of straining to control the sensations surging through his muscular body, Rock-Hard Man once again appeared under control. But his breathing was noticeably faster, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and chest. At the 8 minute mark Rock-Hard Man again tensed his muscles again. It could only have been his attempt at push back to what surely must have been an enormous surge of pleasure being delivered to his cock. "Class this is interesting data we're collecting. The Stim-O-Maxer is collecting all of Rock-Hard Man's pre cum and the amount that's been flowing from his cock appears to be 25 milliliters so far. Oh look the display as register another incredible flow of pre cum from Rock-Hard Man's cock. We're up to 29 milliliters." Mr. Hardwood said with such amazement we thought he had discovered a new life form. At this point Mr. Hardwood walked up to the Stim-O-Maxer and with out warning turned the dial from 6 to 10. Rock-Hard Man gasped loudly, arched his back and all his muscles flexing. They bulged, his veins stood out, his entire naked body seemed to ripple and contract as what could only have been wave after wave of intense pleasure directed to his cock. I watched as Rock-Hard Man threw his head back let out a Moan of intense pleasure and let loose with what the machine recorded as 35 milliliters of sperm ejaculated over 50 seconds of elapsed time. "Ughh" I moaned as I threw my head. Pulse after pulse from my hard cock launched a copious amount of sperm down my pant leg. I'd been day dreaming. I'd had an orgasm. No one had noticed. Mr. Dover was droning on and nothing in the room had changed. I looked down at my copy of Rock-Hard Man. I don't know how it happened but the comic book pages had turned to a part where Rock-Hard Man was strapped to an odd looking chair surrounded by dials and tubes and wires, his penis was sheathed in what looked like a diary milking machine and his muscles were straining to free himself as Orgasmo told his minion assistant, "Let's really see what Rock-Hard Man can endure turn the dial to 10!" The End, of this story. But Brent is not going anywhere.