Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2014 14:55:37 -0500
From: Brian Binski <brian.binski@gmail.com>
Subject: "Human Sexuality 101"

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HUMAN SEXUALITY 101
by Brian Binski



For years my dad taught at the university three miles away from our house. He
never mentioned what he taught. My mother seemed a little ashamed, and I was
never sure why. But when I was sixteen, I happened to open my father's study,
which was usually locked, in the basement. There, on shelves were textbooks on
human sexuality of every stripe. They were also stacked next to his computer on
top of his cluttered desk. I had thought my father wasn't home, but when I heard
a click behind me, I froze.

"Son?"

"Sorry, Dad. The door was open, I-"

"It's cool." He walked in front of me and sat down at his desk. "Why don't you
sit there and we can talk?"

I scarcely nodded and sat down on an old swivel chair opposite him.

"You've probably wondered why I kept my study closed." He glanced all around.
"Now you know why. I teach human sexuality."

I finally looked at him. He was a short man, but he worked out a few times a
week. His fingers were thick as hot dogs, and skeins of thick fur covered his
forearms. His thick curly beard, which he kept trimmed with his electric shaver
once a week, was fringed with tinges of white. Even though he was in his 50s, he
still had a full head of hair.

"I know I should've been more forthcoming about the topic, but your mother felt
that if the schools were doing a good job of sex ed, we didn't need to talk
about it as much. Do you feel that way too?"

I muttered, "Yes." Truth was, I didn't feel that way but I was still trying to
get used to the idea of Dad talking about it in front of his students.

"Well, that's great." He seemed slightly disappointed. "If you have any
questions about sex, just let me know. And Mom doesn't need to know."

I nodded and got up for the door.

"Son. One more thing."

"What?"

"I'll leave my study open for you so if you're curious, you're welcome to nose
around."

I gave a tight smile and left.

I don't know why, but I felt so strange. I felt as if on air when I climbed the
stairs to my bedroom. Something had happened, but what? I couldn't figure it
out.

Later, when I knew for sure that my parents were indeed out of the house, I went
downstairs to my father's study. Sure enough, it wasn't locked. I entered and
turned on the light, and stood in the middle of the room, glancing around
slowly. There weren't just human sexuality, but also alternative sexualities.
"Alternative"? This I had to see.

I opened one textbook on the topic and caught sight of an old daguerreotype of
two naked men kissing in the middle of the book. Their bodies weren't anything
to whistle about, but there was something about their passion for each other,
frozen yet throbbing for each other. I turned hard instantly, and it was then I
knew for sure that I was a homosexual. Would Dad have a problem with that? I
wasn't sure, but somehow I sensed that he wouldn't mind it so much as my mother
would. Later I went down to his study and explored all those textbooks on
homosexuality. I also tried in vain to ferret out some pornography, but the
textbooks held surprisingly little by way of graphic images. Still the idea of
two men having sex made me whack off constantly.

Dad and I never talked about sexuality again. I thought it was odd; almost hurt,
because he was the one who'd offered me the use of his study.

Then in the summer between high school graduation and college I had a
conversation with the college student who occasionally mowed our lawn. It turned
out that my father had quite a reputation for giving his first lecture in the
nude. This I had to see. I went online and found the time and lecture hall, and
hid behind a door before the students milled in. There was my father down there
onstage, joking lightly with some of the students sitting in the front row.
Finally he checked his watch and waved for our attention.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Dr. Knutsen, your professor for Human Sexuality 101.
Because so many of us seem ashamed to talk honestly about sexuality, it seems
that part of our problem stems from the fact that we are not comfortable looking
at naked people."

The class tittered.

"So therefore I am going to take my clothes off and talk about sexuality."

The class was mortified. You could've heard a pin drop. It was that electric.

My cock turned a bit hard. I had always been curious to see what Dad looked
like.

He began first with unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. A startling spray
of gray chest hair stood out above his tight white tank top, which stretched
across his slight belly. He was a short man, but onstage he seemed larger than
life as he spoke. "In this country, many people have been raised to treat the
naked body as a sin, as if it's something wrong, when in reality sexuality is
just what it is. That is why we need to stop worrying about what others think of
our bodies and worry more about how we can find pleasure in our bodies."

With that he pulled off his tank top and put it on a chair. I felt an intake of
breath as I saw how the white pine needles of his back hair shimmered in the
spotlight. He turned to the audience. "Most of you are in your early twenties,
and you might think that an older naked person might be disgusting to look at.
Let me just say this: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Some of you might
find me attractive; some of you might not. I am not here to sleep with you. I am
a happily married man, and I have no intention of disrupting my family life with
extramarital affairs. My wife knows I am doing this."

He unbuckled his pants and let it drop to the floor. He wore loose-fitting white
boxers that strained around his round ass when he picked up his trousers and
placed it on top of the chair next to his stand. My cock hardened when I caught
a hint of his dark pubic hairs through the front of his boxers. "Each of us is
all different in how we dress, how we behave, and how we think about sexuality.
Note that I didn't say the word 'sex.' I said 'sexuality.' There's a reason for
this." He crossed his arms and surveyed his audience. "We shouldn't be thinking
of sex when we talk about sexuality. We should think about how we interact with
each other." I nearly swooned when I saw how the space between his pectorals
bundled up his chest fur and darkened behind his folded arms.

"In a perfect world we shouldn't need this course. We are loaded with mixed
messages from society about sex, and a lot of it has to do with fear. We want
sexuality to be black-and-white, for if it isn't, we'd feel unable to survive.
It is in our human nature to label and put things away in boxes. Never mind the
fact that some boxes do fall apart." He sat down on the chair, pulled off his
socks, and stood up again. "We all like to believe that heterosexuality is the
only one that matters. But the truth is, sexuality is a very gray area. There's
lesbianism, homosexuality, bisexuality, and so on."

I tried not to gasp when I remembered the wiry hairs on top of his toes. He was
absolutely naked except for the white boxers that seemed to glow in the
spotlight. I'd never recalled my father looking handsomer than in that moment.
"Some of you may be in the closet about being gay, and I want to assure you that
there's absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. Just don't marry a woman
because you feel like you have to hide. The same goes for all the closeted
lesbians here. We need more honesty in this world."

My father turned to the side, pulled down his boxers, and left it on the chair.
He had the furriest ass I'd ever seen on anyone.

The audience tried to hide their gasps.

He turned to the audience and stretched out his arms as his cock, not even
erect, swung slightly to the side atop his balls. I was completely mesmerized by
his entire body. "You can look at me all you want, but I promise you that by the
end of this class, you will stop noticing my nudity and talking about sexuality.
Which is the way we should be behaving toward each other-not nakedly in the
physical sense but honestly in the way we interact with each other."

He was firmly in control as he fielded questions from his students. I just sat
in the dark, trying so hard not to shoot in my underwear. Sometimes his cock
would lengthen a little, and sometimes it would shrink. No matter what he said,
I couldn't take my eyes off him. When he said, "Read the first two chapters of
this textbook. Now go home, kids." I slipped out quickly just when the lights
went on. I wanted so much to see how he put his clothes back on, but I knew I
had to be home before he did. Luckily, I had my motor scooter and zipped through
the quiet streets home.

When I got home, I called out, "Mom? You home?"

No answer.

I went downstairs to my father's study and turned on the lights. I stood there,
inhaling the slightly dusty whiff of books and the memory of my father standing
naked and talking to his students as if it wasn't a big deal to be naked. My
erection was painfully hard inside my jeans yet I knew I couldn't just beat off.
He would surely find overlooked spots of my cum, which would really freak me
out, so I stood stroking myself slowly and leisurely. I closed my eyes and
thought of the way the lights bounced off his body.

"Ahem."

I turned with a flash. He was standing in the doorway. "Dad, I-"

"It's okay, son. I can leave now if you want."

"No, I'll go."

"Son, why are you so ashamed of the fact that you want to masturbate? It's
healthy to beat off."

I blushed.

Dad closed the door and indicated that I should sit down.

"Let's talk frankly about jacking off."

"Dad, I-"

"You have a hardon. Nothing wrong with that."

I blushed even more.

"Is there anything I can do to make you more relaxed?"

"Dad, I saw you. You were naked onstage."

"Oh." He chuckled. "So you sneaked in for a private show?"

"It wasn't even that. A friend told me I should . . . well, I was curious."

"Curiosity is healthy. I'm very happy to hear about that. So what did you
think?"

"Hot." I bit my own lip. "I meant, I didn't expect you to-"

"Shhh." He stood up quietly and took off his clothes without another word. I
almost came when he bent down with his ass a few feet away from my face as he
pulled down his boxers. His hole was quite pink amidst the swirl of fur. When he
turned to face me, he had the beginnings of an enormous erection starting to
rise.

"You can look all you want, son."

I looked away.

He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. "What do you want to see?"

I felt unable to speak.

"Son?"

Without thinking, I said, "Your hole."

"Good." He turned around, bent over, and pulled apart his asscheeks. "Look at
it."

I don't know what came over me in that moment, but my tongue zeroed into that
hole. I had never rimmed a man before, but I immediately loved the feel of fur
against the moist puckered skin as I licked and tongue-fucked Dad furiously.

"Oh, son! Oh, oh, son!"

He finally pulled away.

"What?"

"Take off your clothes."

I was about to hurry in taking off my clothes, but he stopped me.

"Do it slowly. It's sexier that way."

I tried to imagine myself onstage, taking my T-shirt off slowly and letting his
eyes absorb my dime-sized nipples and a fold of fur between my pectorals. I knew
I would never be as hairy as Dad, but his eyes twinkled with delight as he
watched. He rubbed his hands all over his body, avoiding his leaking cock.

I unzipped my jeans and out popped my bulge tenting out in my jockstrap.

I don't know why but I decided to rub my hands all over my chest while my jeans
fell down to my sneakers. I kicked off my sneakers and stepped out of my jeans.

"Turn around, son."

I turned around and bent over to show off my hole. The minute his tongue dove
into my hole, I shot buckets into my jockstrap. "Oh, fuck, Dad!"

I felt his pellets of cum spew all over my calves as his licks pounded deeper
into my hole.

He slowed down at last and turned me around with his hands on my hips.

There, he began licking all over the cum-soaked skin of my jockstrap. His hands
roamed all over my body, tweaking my tits. In no time at all was I hard again. I
looked down and saw that his wet-tipped cock was rising up again.

He stood up and pressed his cock against mine as we stared wordlessly into each
other's eyes. We were both alike, yet we were not. "Son, I don't want you to be
afraid of me."

Rubbing the fur on his chest was just electric.

Tears rose up in his eyes. "I have loved you all my life. Always."

I nodded.

As we leaned forward to kiss each other, I knew he could teach me so many more
things about sex. I would be his best student.