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Subject: Top of the Class 1 Nifty was kind enough to host these wonderful stories for us all, let’s consider being kind enough to share back at fty/ to keep it up and running. Chapter One: Showing Off for the New Class “Man, the new school year is such a crunch, they don’t tell you that when you graduate teacher’s college.” I muse as I sip some morning tea with the other members of my department. The calm before the storm. If you listen you can hear the school busses idling at the street light nearby. “Yeah, it’s rough. Some of that’s on you though Jon, you definitely push yourself too hard.” That’s the department head Matthew. Mr. Sung to the students. I’ll be Mr. Essex in about 15 minutes when the dust settles and the kids have arrived in homeroom. “Oh c’mon, you’re one to talk, you know it’s worth it. This is my fifth year and it’s not getting easier as far as I can tell.” He laughs and tells me that it probably won’t, but also that he’s not hearing complaints from the math department. I look over and they’re all relaxed, the language teachers are too, but none of them have to get acquainted to the new students quite like we do in physical education. I’m teaching sex ed, specifically, they didn’t schedule me for an athletics course this year since Matthew hired Lucca, a fresh kinesiology major. It’s a great job, don’t get me wrong, but while the other teachers need to know names, faces and personalities, I have to get to know them head to toe, inside and out. You think they all just behave differently, but a boy’s sexual needs are as unique as their personalities, and never what you expect. “You had my class last year, are there any I should keep my eye on? Troublemakers?” “Hmm,” Matthew ponders, staring over his coffee. Off the top of his head there is a trio I’ll see hanging out together. Brendan, who just couldn’t be brought to orgasm without steady praise. “Don’t let him slip back into that habit,” he reminds me. He then tells me about Brendan’s best bud James who didn’t like any toys in his ass but had no trouble with tongues, fingers and dicks, which basically meant he wasn’t doing half his homework. And their other friend Devon refused to perform oral on his classmates because he didn’t get off. “It took way too much time for him to see how selfish that was, I almost didn’t pass him. That’s just the kind of special treatment we have to wean out of them before they are skilled enough lovers to graduate, y’know?” I do know our mission statement, but that’s what the head of department is there for, to keep us focused on it. He ran the grade five class until I showed up, then decided to take it easier with the less active role of a grade four teacher when he saw I could handle the material. I really look up to him, he built the program here from the ground up; a small school with relatively little funding usually relies exclusively on extracurricular sexual programs, which we still run, but Matthew hustled to institute a stronger in-school foundation. I figure it won’t be long before he moves up to the ministry of education, I think he is grooming me to take his role here in a couple of years. “I can get you their report cards from last year if you want, but I know you can keep them in line.” The curriculum is really tough, I’ll admit. It’s a slow build for the elementary school boys until this year. They take relatively small steps from first grade to fourth, starting with getting comfortable with one-on-one nudity and touching in grade one, then in grade two transition to group nakedness, petting and kissing. Grade three has some practice with public displays and digital stimulation including sex toys, moving onto grade four where they are introduced to oral and anal techniques among peers. My class, however, the grade fives, are the first year that have to participate with an adult. Sure, they’re mostly excited, and more than a few of them have some practice from outside of school, but I take their formal sex training very seriously. The school board does too. A man of my position has to be more than just a virile specimen to be able to handle over twenty little ten year old horndogs at a time. Nothing but the best for what I always say is the most critical year of their sexual advancement. The principal interviewed amost a dozen men for this, and though he told me it was a close race I feel very qualified. I fast tracked an undergraduate degree in my mid teens before getting a health science specialization and worked until I was 21 towards a masters in childhood sexuality. I still do research and plan one day to return to writing my thesis on the advanced prostate reactions of preadolescents, but decided to put my theory to practice for a time and get involved with the process hands on. The school does let me make some changes to the course based on my own ideas, but mostly sticks with textbook practices, tried and true for a reason. I hear the sounds of high-pitched voices filling the hallways and I feel a reponsive stir in my underwear – a few of the other teachers noticably shifting their pants also – so I sweep my breakfast granola crumbs into the garbage, put a cap on my tea then head out to make my presence known. Being in a division of phys ed department allows a certain lax in dress code, but it I don’t like to take the liberty of working in a track suit, opting for a bit more of a professional looking outfit. It’s hard to really look the part when it’s still summertime, I’ll wear my sports coat when the weather starts to cool off, but a well fitting pair of dockers and a pressed and tucked button down shirt this morning gives me a decent air of authority. It fits much better also, to which there are no complaints. I smile at the boys as they filter in through the main doors, mostly catching up excitedly with their friends, some being fussed over by their parents. I snatch a few ball caps off of heads as they walk by, a reminder of their dress code. I just pass the office when a mother emerges with her boy and calls out to me, “Hi Mr. Essex, so nice to meet you. I’m Gloria and this here is my little Dylan, he’s starting grade five today.” I give them both my most welcoming smile, shaking one hand at a time, “Mrs. Szymanski then, is it? A pleasure. Just dropping him off for his first day back?” The slender pale skinned boy with his straight spikey black hair gives me an almost vampiric gaze, eyeing me hungrily. I adjust myself obviously when he looks downards, giving my thick meat enough of a tease for it to show up beneath the surface of my pants. His smile of appreciation beams. “Yep, busy day for us all. Oh! Dylan, you need to go find your locker still. Go on, I’m just going to say hi to your teacher.” She leans over and kisses the top of his head, to which he gives a groan through a blushing grimace before correcting some hair and running off. “He’s in your homeroom, he is just so excited for this year. I’m sure you have to get going, but I wanted to give you a heads up that Dylan was interested in the gifted program, he was being tutored over the summer by our neighbor’s son, do you know the Petrelli boys?” I know many of them, including the one she probably means who was in my first ever class, but don’t want to get distracted this morning with a conversation so I mime a confused scrunch of my brow to avoid the topic. “Anyway, I’m going to sign him up, but he’s got a bit of an attitude about it, you know? I keep telling him that a 15 year old isn’t a grown up but he thinks he has sex all figured out now.” We laugh together, and I reassure her, “once he’s signed up I’ll administer the test for gifted qualification, but please don’t worry about the attitude, he wouldn’t be the first fifth grader who thought they knew it all. Let’s both keep an eye on it and we can catch up next week at the meet’n’greet barbeque.” She thanks me as we part ways and I hear the 5 minute warning bell sound off. I stop by my office to grab the class binder and notice a form on my desk with another application for a gifted student. Romeo Petrelli. I wonder if he was involved with any of Dylan’s tutelage this summer since, by the sounds of it, his older brother was giving the boy lessons. There are always a few applications right at the beginning of the year. I’ll deal with that after class though. I water my plant and take another sip of tea, a meditative moment as I smile at the warm morning sunshine beaming over me onto my desk. It’s going to be a good day. The classroom isn’t quite full when I get there, nothing’s ever truly on schedule day one, but more students trundle in during the PA announcements. By the time I have my name on the board and the attendance sheet out ready to go the head count is 22. All there. They rise for the national anthem and I close the door then take a walk around to size them up. There isn’t a big variety in heights with the group of ten year olds this time, maybe by the end of the year some will have hit a growth spurt. They all look trim and tidy, something no doubt their parents saw to this morning; I look forward to seeing their own personal styles start to weed their way up through the cracks later in the semester. Although I’m a professional and I treat them without favoratism, there are a few that catch my eye a bit more than the others. A clean-cut hairstyle and a tapering healthy figure go a long way in my books, on a man or a boy really, any age. A bit of mischief in the eyes doesn’t hurt either. Most of them just look bright-eyed and a little nervous to start. I unzip discretely and work myself up elazığ escort behind their backs while they listen to the song. Their respectful, patriotic posture displays a beautiful array of bubble butts before me, helping me chub up. I let my cock out of my pants and get some bloodflow into it, a semi at most, before completing the lap as the anthem ends. “Welcome to the fifth grade, boys!” I say enthusiastically to their stares and giggles. My little unexpected prank always goes over well to break the ice. “Take your seats. I’m Mr. Essex, you can say ‘Es-sex’ if it helps you remember, that’s what we’re here for after all, and I’ll respond to ‘sir’ as well, but you’d better know my name when you all fill out your forms,” I joke with them a little and take roll call, spending ten or so minutes to ask about their summers and getting to know them a bit. Nobody has that much to say, but that’s the way it always is, shyness for the first day of class before they warm up to me. When they do feel more comfortable they’ll get to sharing some more of their interesting summer antics, which I can’t wait to hear. Gesturing to my exposed pink 7 inches I continue, “as you can see, this year begins your education in sex with men, understanding and being comfortable in your temporary preadolescent sexual space is what the course is all about. We want you to know how to be safe when you experience sex, and to also know how to treat boys safely when you grow up. Safely but also enjoyably, I should add.” The boys continue to dart glances between my eyes and my exposed shaft, shining from the grooming I gave it this weekend. “A show of hands please, how many of you are seeing an adult penis for the first time?” A few hands rise to the reaction of some overly judging glances, I notice Dylan in particular has his nose up. Of course I know some are too shy to respond, but certainly many of them have adult experience from outside of school. “It’s okay class, there’s nothing wrong with that. Some boys learn things ahead of others, some like to wait until they’re here in sex ed class. You’re Chance, right?” I ask one of the boys with his hands up, “if this is your first one then step up here, have a closer look.” One of the taller in the class, he has mousey, soft looking brown hair combed neatly sideways to avoid falling in his eyes. A few freckles spatter across the bridge of his gentle little nose and his honey brown eyes look uncertain as he rises, probably taken aback by the immediate jump into the hands on material. His shorts-restrained erection guides the way for him up to the front of the room, it’s a clear enough tent but modestly sized. “Are we gonna do everything from last year with but with big grown up penises now?” he asks, reaching out to grab at my pulsing member but I lean away to stop him. The first review of the semester. “I know it’s been a long summer everybody, but one of the most important things you have to remember about sex is… what?” In unison they answer correctly with ‘consent’ and Chance lowers his hand. “Good, that’s going to be true in this class and it’s going to be true forever. Chance, would you like to feel my penis?” He nods and smiles, and an awed mutter fills the room from his peers. Matthew always chose not to do touching in the first week when he ran grade five, but it’s one of most reinforced skills each year and I think it’s worth it to dive right in. I continued explaining as his soft hands explored all around my dick. “To answer Chance’s question, by the end of the semester that’s the expectation. It won’t take long to start to participate together, but there’s some other things to know that are new and just about grown ups, and this might be the first time you’re going to hear about them. Chance tell me something from last year that you remember.” “Anal sex!” His reply couldn’t have been more eager with his big toothy smile, slightly uneven teeth between two gentle little dimples. His hand involuntarily squeezed over my head ridge and I suppressed an instinctive grunt. “That’s right. We’ll continue learning and practicing that at some point soon enough. This year since you are going to be learning with grownups we need to use larger vocabulary, including more grown up words for sex. Have you heard of any other words that weren’t mentioned last year?” Chance thinks for a second and then shakes his head as his hand drops my dense cock, twitching eagerly for his missing touch. “That’s okay Chance, have a seat. Hmm, raise your hand if you think you know some sex words which are more grown up. Yes, Peter, stand up please.” As I expect from most of the group, he also reveals an excited tent as he rises. “Blowjobs.” He says, completely deadpan, to scattering of snickers from the others around the room. He looks back at them annoyed, “and buttsex.” Again his serious response produces an amused reaction. Peter’s frown looks small on his slightly fuller squarish face, exaggerated by the flared out dark curls at the side of his head. I have a feeling he was going to continue but the laughs make him unsure. “Calm down guys, calm down, these are new words for some of you, they definitely weren’t on the vocabulary sheets in grade four. Buttsex is another term for anal sex, but if you hadn’t heard it before I’m sure you can probably connect the dots on that one. The other is an action that you’ve all learned about but it might not sound the same. A blowjob is oral sex, just the same. Don’t let the name fool you, the technique is still about licking and sucking, the things we had you practicing last year.” Some confused nods indicate they are taking this in, but I stop a couple of them from getting out papers to write things down at this point. Today is for them to get more comfortable in the presence of a man. “Can I touch your dick now?” Asks Peter. It’s common for some of them to see access to my cock as a reward, while others think it should be taken for granted. The truth lies somewhere in between, as a living tool for their education. “Yes you can, thank you for asking, step up here and explore some.” He does more of a pet than a stroke, exploring the more pronounced ridges and flicking back underneath my foreskin. He’s very clinical about it, but it’s impossible to avoid arousal altogether. “Remember in grade three the school only wanted you to say penis? When you started paired sex with each other last year they taught you that it was fun to have a new word for when you were excited, dick, which Peter just reminded us of. Well penis has quite a few on top of that. You use them when you’re in a different mood, like how you say great or wonderful or perfect to say that you feel good, depending on your mood. Some of them are sillier than others, and some might sound rude at first, but we’ll learn about some new ones this year that grownups like to hear and when to use them, starting with ‘cock.’ Peter is stroking my cock.” He proudly tells me that he knew that one, a lot of the boys nod affirmatively. I pat him on his shoulder and thank him for a job well done then nudge him back towards his seat. “So yes, some things are going to be new. Can you think of why we have to learn new things about adult sex? Yes, um, I’m sorry but I can’t tell you and your brother apart, is it Ian or Oliver?” “I’m Oliver sir, I always wear orange and Ian always wears blue.” I’ll have to come up with another difference soon, their clothing colour won’t help me when they’re up and about without any on. If the twins keep up their current styling maybe Oliver will continue to sweep his hair on the right side. Tomorrow when I have them strip down for review I might be able to find some more detailed physical differences, marks of some kind, or perhaps a difference in build. “Men have different body parts as little boys sir.” “Would you like to come up here?” Oliver, not visibly tenting through thick denim shorts, skips up in an eager fashion nonetheless. The twins have some of my favorite features in a kid: athletic figure, skin and hair kissed by the sun during plenty of outdoor play, pale eyes that tease their true colour in different lights, and strategically mussed up hair fading to a close crop from their temples to the nape of their slender necks. This duo was not the first pair of twins I’ve taught but for sure the cutest. “Touch whatever you think is something I have that you don’t have.” He begins at my dick, like the other two, but just grips it and sort of flops it, “your di-uh… cock… is bigger,” I let the class know that we aren’t retiring the word dick and that if they feel like continuing to use it then that will be just fine. I point out that the size difference is something they will need to work to adapt to in sex. I see Elliot and Brendan flexing their jaws in a mock attempt to imagine the oral experience with such a large member, others like Alex and Steven squirm in their seats thinking about anal possibilities. He then spreads open my fly slightly to poke and wiggle his finger in deeper, “and in here you have hair, and under your arms.” I nod at his unfastenening of my belt and pants to spread out the fold of my briefs for more access, exposing part of my trimmed but dark pubic region. He puts his finger up to his nose and sniffs, no doubt finding some of my sweat on him from his exploration. I made the mistake when I first started teaching of fully shaving my groin and underarms, a look and feel that I enjoy now and then, but one that doesn’t represent their average experience with a man. My forearms and lower elvankent escort legs have some light hair and you could say my chest has a dusting, but I am quite smooth otherwise. They will get some time to learn with guest men over the course of the semester that represent the more and less hairy end of the spectrum. “Men have muscles all over their body too,” pipes up his brother Ian, so I invite him up as well. Seeing me comfortable with the state of further undress, the boys do that twin thing and wordlessly work together, lifting my shirt up by thimselves for the class to see my hard-worked body and rubbing fingers up over my faint treasure trail and pronounced sixpack grooves. I help the two out and unbutton so everyone can see my squared off pecs and deep pink nipples. They move over to my arms so I just remove my shirt altogether and flex a little for the class, oohing and ahing in an adorable fashion. I’m not a swolen body builder mind you, that is another spectrum we give them guest experience with, from the slender twink body type to the thick muscle daddies. Guest days are always a favorite. The pair reach and roam around my body and I get confirmation about their underwear colours when they stretch. Oliver is practically salivating as he traces my adonis belt lines down into my exposed dick root, Ian trying in vain to wrap both of his hands around my upper arms. You might think of it as a dream job, but on top of the expertise invovled it is physically demanding. Early on the boys need positional correction, you have to be able to lift them comfortably from prone or sitting positions while you are above or below them, often when you are still inside of them. If they orgasm and fall limp you carry them back to their seat so the lesson can continue with the next boy. By mid semester you are responsible for penetrating the boys daily, which is really straining. Even the finger fucking lessons can be tiring since you do two boys at once and one or two of them are doing you. I exercise most days to maintain stamina for the class, not that I wouldn’t work out otherwise, but being in good form is a must. Martial arts is my favorite, gives good endurance and keeps the whole body uniformly fit. A tight body is a treat to keep the boys interested also, which a teacher of any subject will tell you can be a difficult task. If only other teachers could write the answers to question on their bodies and expose themselves to motivate the students. Come to think of it they easily could, I might try it in my alternative courses. I explain how people all have the same muscle groups but only adults get to grow to be my size or bigger, something they will learn more in the unit about puberty. Oliver’s hands find their way into the back of my pants where he cups my ass cheeks and his twin takes his place exploring down at my groin, keeping me in a my mid erect state. “I hope the way he answered didn’t confuse the rest of you. Unless you count the hair, men don’t have any EXTRA parts than boys do. Thank you Oliver, Ian, take a seat. Who else knows of some differences? There’s plenty more. Yes, Ken, what do you know?” I point to the timid Japanese boy, well, I was already pointing at him, but I use my hand also. Signs of his discomfort with being new to the school have been obvious all morning, but I’m glad to see he feels ready to get involved. “May I come up and touch you too?” Like the others, I praise his politeness and invite him with a smile. “At the end of sex, a grown up man and older boys have a part of their orgasm called a cum.” I discourage his effort to jerk me as thoroughly as he would like, for now, but beckon him to continue explaining. “Grown up testicles make cum and cum makes babies. Can I undress you some more Mr. Essex?” At my affirmation he works his delicate fingers into the band of my boxer briefs, wrestling my dick back through the slit, then lowers them to my upper thigh with my pants. Being mostly exposed now in combination with his unexectedly firm grasp of my balls brings me to my full 9 inch erection at last. It was bound to happen. He pulls my sack forward less carefully than I might have liked but without causing pain, “they are bigger and make the cum inside. Mr. Essex is making some right now and it leaks out early sometimes.” His single index finger pokes into the now copious smear of precum on my head, prompting another gush of the goo to flow out and dribble down the back of his hand. I inform him and the class about the difference between certain sexual fluids like the precum they see now and the final product he is describing, something they haven’t been introduced to in their lessons until now. “What does it feel like Ken?” I ask. He tells the class how slippery it is as he rubs it on his hands, stroking my dick for more. “That’s exactly what it’s for, this is a lubricant, do you all remember lubricants?” They respond with uniform agreement. “You’ve used lubricants made in factories when you learned about anal sex with toys and with each other, but this is a grown up man’s natural way of doing that to make sex comfortable and safe. It isn’t always enough however, so we will still be making sure to use as much lube as it takes to make you comfortable. Have a seat Ken.” “Mr. Essex,” interrupted young redheaded Casey from the front row, “I saw Ken eating your precum when you weren’t looking!” Some kids can’t help but try to police the behavior of others. Ken’s frustrated blush is obvious but I tell them that he did nothing wrong, if I let them touch then they can do what they like with any residuals. I make an effort to ensure the class doesn’t single Ken out and make him feel unwelcome by walking up to Casey in front of his low desk, my cock basically at eye level and tell him to join in on what Ken got to experience. Many of them seem surprised to hear me talk about how adults like to share in drinking sexual fluids with each other. I share in their surprise when Casey guides me up to his mouth, darts his small pink tongue out and takes some directly from my helmet. He works his lips to try to draw in the clear string of precum connecting my member to his mouth and his eyes light up. “Actually it’s good! Sorry Ken.” The boys often want to jump ahead, but oral exploration, even as basic as a flick of the tongue, hasn’t been tried on the first day before. Luckily my diet is also tailored to the job year-round, I just find it easier to eat that way consistently. It’s usually the second week of classes when the boys learn about ingestion, but I always eat to maintain a pleasant flavor and also high volume of ejaculate. One of the biggest compliments I get during parent conferences is about their boys’ appreciation of the sweet flavor I produce, always surprised at how their picky little ten year old eaters take to drinking man milk. Stepping back to prevent the lesson from getting ahead of itself to any oral subject matter, I take my pants off completely so I can walk about without tripping. I grab the handouts from the desk and make my way up and down the aisles, the boys sheepishly gazing at my swinging pride as I pass. “This is an outline of the course material. As you can tell from today we’ve already basically jumped right into unit one, manual pleasure. This is a short week so for the rest of it we will use Thursday and Friday to go over review skills. I won’t be very involved, just making sure you haven’t forgotten anything from grade four, so I wanted to take today to let you feel the exciting new content.” … For the rest of the period I give attention to each student one by one, answering further questions and giving them all an opportunity to explore. I try to be fair but some of them bring me closer to the edge than others, so I make sure not to cross that line prematurely. Once each of them have at least a few minutes of squeezing and probing I switch to doing a materials check to see what they’ve brought with them. Some of their backpacks are near empty, unsurprising on the first day, just pencils and paper, so I use the few who have their dildo from grade three and some lube to give positive reinforcement. The handout from today has an outline of required and recommended materials, for example the school can provide lubricant in class but to demonstrate responsibility and be prepared for homework it is encouraged for each student to have their own. The school also has mats for lying on and towels for cleanup, but many students prefer to personalize theirs. There is a requirement of one dildo or anal plug to be bought for grade five, at least 1 inch in diameter to add to the child sized one they should have from two years ago, optional purchase of both middle and larger sized toys definitely advised. The school has some we keep for the sake of variety, but not enough for each boy to have their own. Only one of the students, Romeo, another in a long line of Petrelli boys the school has seen, has all of the materials. We did send emails with this information to the parents but most still rely on hard copies to communicate, or just like to drag their feet. He has a box set, a full size range of dildos and some plugs, the style I had seen used by two of his brothers in years past. Unsurprising to me today, the gifted application form I saw earlier was his. Although we never take it for certain, I have no doubts that Romeo would be able to use them all right now. None of the boys have said anything about today’s surprise, but as the clock draws closer to the end of the period eryaman escort there is an antsy look growing on some of their faces. No doubt those with older brothers and friends might be expecting an explosive end the first day. I do have a bit of a reputation. With 20 minutes left I tell them we’re going to have a simple little pop quiz on masturbation, which I mention can now be called jerking off, but they pretty much all seem to know that one. “Do we get naked like you?” asked little Eddie, the smallest in the class, though not by much. “If that sounds like fun to any of you then sure, feel free, it’s always an option in this classroom. Any activity where nudity is required I will tell you directly. But you know what? Actually, why don’t we practice my command while we’re on the topic? I keep it simple, when I say ‘time to strip down’ you will remove your clothes, stack them on top of your desk and stand in the aisle. That’s clear enough, right?” Nods all around. I give them the command and they all but race to the finish, laughing and poking and slapping at each other. I laugh along with their enthusiasm, “well you don’t have to jump out of them quite that fast, we don’t want anyone getting hurt. Jason you still have your socks and shoes on, I can promise you we clean this room very carefully.” He tells me he has a patch of poison ivy from a hiking trip and I let him know I agree it would be best to keep covered. “Alright, wow, look at you bunch. I know most of you are familiar with each other from your old grades but there’s also some new faces so take a glance around and appreciate all the beautiful bodies like I’m appreciating you now.” The first year I had to do this I remember my heart was racing out of my chest at this point, I barely had to touch myself to demonstrate the big finale. It isn’t as though it’s at all less sexy now, this is incredibly hot, but I’m much more in control of myself, something the boys and I can both appreciate. The sea of unblemished grade school flesh on display was exquisite, probably the most attractive class I’d had so far. “If you’d like to use your mat or one from the school to lie down then bring it to the front, or you can stand or even stay seated at your desk. Whatever your pleasure, get comfy and let’s start jacking!” A couple of them walk up to me casually stroking as I half sit on my desk to get their handful of lube, and then there’s some that dive right in dry. Cole among them is bold enough to ask if he can use my precum, I tell him that is an activity for another day and give him squirt from the tube instead, but discretely add a swipe of my own slick fluid first with a wink. He beams and dances side to side as he moves back to his mat. They all do their own jerking style, as boys do. Mike and Benjamin furiously pump into their hands, in contrast Frederic and James who are languid and sensual. Devon has a double fisted technique, something he’s probably emulating from somewhere but can’t be very effective on his single-palm-sized rod. The twins similarities end with physical features it seems, they both take different approaches to getting themselves off. Romeo and Dylan ask if they can use their toys but I mainly just want them to participate with what the rest of us are doing. I get the impression they’re feeling like the class is a bit slow for them, they were quiet during question time, and are the ones wanting to get into gifted classes so far. They’ll have to wait until the beginning of next week though to give time for all applications to come in and tests to be available. “You boys are… looking really great,” I give them breathy compliments and encouragement while I increase the pump speed on the long strokes up and down my painfully rigid shaft. Wanting the first class to be as perfect as possible I’ve abstained from cumming for three days to give the kids something impressive to see. I sometimes try to reserve myself on weekends and holidays especially to have as much as possible on the Monday returning. Almost all of them are watching me, but there’s always one or two that can’t take their eyes off of their own junk, entranced in their feelings. They all know about playing with their bodies, some are giving themselves sensual massages from their legs to their necks up through their tight little sporty torsos. I do the same, giving more attention to my nipples than the youngsters tend to. Peter is giving the tip of his finger a little bite, which I note to keep an eye on. Pain pleasure and other kinks are a part of the material for grade sixes, although they are mentioned briefly towards the end of this year. The lube is right next to me but I’m deeply in the mood and use a big wad of spit to continue, something familiar to the boys from even the earliest grades of sex ed. For the most part they’re keeping this all very vanilla. I won’t stop them in the throes of their passion if they find themselves with hands on each other’s dicks, and ass play is inevitable even after denying them their toys, but it seems like they’re wanting to have the same experience as their teacher. I think through other techniques that they would have been taught and pay some attention to my balls, fondling them gently. Some of them play along, others are too entranced to really think about it. I don’t have the best angle for it but while I’m down there I stroke past my taint and tease my asshole. Some of the ones on the ground can see up, but I’m not at an angle where they can all get a good look, so I get myself up onto the desk on my knees and prod more thoroughly, prompting some giddy exclamations. Naturally there had to be a fastest boy, of course. Ken is the first one to have his little boygasm, drawing impressed looks from some of the more familiar group. His powerlessly ecstatic squeals echo to Alex and Chris and Nicholas and then before you know it the rest of the boys begin to go off like popcorn. I’ve been willing my own load back down into my balls for as long as I can, but the sounds and sights of the writhing little ten year olds, muscles convulsing, heads rolling, limbs stretching, eyes squeezing, dicks shuddering, chests heaving, cheeks flushing is too much. I hold out until I see most of them come down from the clouds and then I cry out, gathering their attention once more as I let myself release. My cock furiously whips up and down as I beat rhythmically straight through the cumming. White streaks splatter and rope out in front of me, I’m hoping it’s towards the center of my desk, but I’m sure my hand is spraying it every which way. I whine and gasp, holding back screams of orgasmic pleasure, I can be a very audible cummer when I let myself go. The boy jaws all drop, even the supposed gifted few whom have surely been with a man already. My whole body wants to fold in half as I tense through an obscene number of volleys. I’m watching their reactions, scanning through the room, every face fixated to the tip of my exploding cum slit. I let my head fall back and shut my eyes for the last few shots, a few tears wetting their corners as I release emotionally as well. Even I’m surprised as I continue to paint the tabletop white with blast after blast of thick manly jizz, these kids are feeding me an unreal sexual charge today. The liquid explosions subside but my pelvis continues to buck forward, sending my battered and sensitive cockhead through my hand over and over again. Squeezing out the shaft encourages spurts of unfired hot cum to ooze out and off of the tip, spreading around in between my fingers. I barely resist the urge to demonstrate any further ingestion today with my postorgasmic clouded brain chanting at me to lick my fingers clean. It’s also looking for the closest boy to pull into me so I can share it between our lips, but knowing that is only a dozen lessons away makes it easeir to resist. I glow in the sheen of perspiration I’ve built up, my deep chest heaving. I think I saw all of the boys climax before I did, but I look about and see many still working themselves, probably given renewed horniness from my gushing display. I hear a second burst of boy joy from Chance, but no other audbile encores. “Well boys, I think that rounds out the class quite well. Have a look at the results up here as you get dressed, you have a few minutes left to finish yourself off if you’re close, but don’t start a new session now. While you might be interested in touching my ejaculate, there will be a time for that soon, so please refrain today. Remember to towel off if you don’t want the feeling of lubricated underwear for the rest of the day; I know it might be funny but you have other classes to focus on.” I wipe off my own body and get my clothes back in order but remain naked until the bell rings, leaving the sticky mess for them to inspect until the end of class. “Since there will only be review until the beginning of next week I’m going to give you your homework assignment for the weekend now, but it’s a simple one. I want you to write a list of 10 questions to ask about this course before we get started, your curiosities about men and sex with them, whether you think you know the answer or not.” The boys mutter and converse about my epic discharge as they redress. Some want to ask me questions right now but I tell them those are good questions for their homework. I can see one or two of them pointing at spots on the desk, but they do behave and keep their hands off. When the bell rings they file out, echoing comments of “thank you Mr. Essex”, a couple of them give me a hug on their way, affectionate little dudes. Hopefully I toweled off well enough not to leave a dick print on their shirt. As spent as I am, my 26 year old cock could go again if I gave it enough thought, and watching their peachy little asses waddle as they file out gives it another twitch.

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