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CHAPTER 17: SecondSemester Studying, practical exercises, oral exams and lab experiments. Oh, also some classes. Jay arrived on campus the day before classes started. He had signed up for a bunch of courses, most of which I did not understand. Theory II I got. Music History I got. Introduction to composition I didn’t get. He was also enrolled in HS 102, Introduction to Human Sexuality, but was in a different section. Second semester English and Intro to Anthropology rounded it out. He told me about his winter break at home. One of the girls he had dated in high school invited him to a party. It did not turn out well. She was looking for a romantic evening and Jay was looking for sex. He went out with another girl and they wound up fucking in the back of her car. “I had forgotten what a pain it is to fuck in the back seat of a car. There’s no place to put your legs and you can’t get inventive with your tongue. The fucking seat belt buckles left a brand on my leg and one on her ass. I’m sure glad to be back here.” We ate in the dining hall where we ran into Marty. He invited us back to his upperclassmen dorm to drink. Tomorrow was the first day of classes, so we thanked him but went back to our room. We went to take showers at the same time and ran into Jack and Helen. She was backed up against a wall and her feet were off the floor. I wasn’t sure I could ever do that with Sylvia since she is actually two inches taller than I am. When we got back to the room Jay asked about my winter break. I told him I had cut it short because Sylvia was returning early. We had fucked and sucked for four solid days in every position I could imagine and every location we could find. I decided not to tell him about my time with Ben. Jay walked over to the door and locked it. I knew what that meant, and was just a bit nervous. He caught my nervousness. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. I want to sleep with you tonight. That’s sleep only. I really like you. I like showing affection to you physically. I just want us to sleep in the same bed so I have you close to me.” I hesitated a minute before speaking. “Jay, I feel the same way. I want to share a bed with you, and no sex is fine with me. I want to hold you, to have you close to me, to feel your body next to mine and to kiss you. Yes, let’s sleep together.” We were already in our underwear. Jay got in his bed so I joined him. He kissed me gently on the lips and then held me. I loved the feel of his body next to mine. I loved being able to caress his body. I kissed him back, and then we just held each other and cuddled until we fell asleep. We woke up the next morning in each other’s arms. I felt that everything was all right with the world. Then I remembered morning classes and jumped out of bed and got ready for a shower. Jay did the same. One of the gang showers was empty, so we headed there. Brett and Drew were in the other gang shower, just washing and talking. We followed their lead, washed up, shaved, etc, then headed back to the room to dress for classes. I felt a warm glow all day. Second semester American History was my first class, and Mrs. Toyoda was not the teacher. The gods were smiling on me. Then it was second semester Spanish. That was going to be easy. My last class of the first day was Intro to Psych. I was thrilled to see Sylvia in the room; she wasn’t so thrilled. She spoke briefly to Mr. Pella, then left the alsancak escort room. I ran into Sylvia in the dining hall. I asked her what the discussion with Mr. Pella was about. “I’m his teaching assistant. I told him you and I are dating, so one of us would have to leave. Mr. Pella found another of his Intro courses where I could assist, so I left.” I thanked her. If she had stayed I would have had difficulty following the lectures with a full-time erection. That night Jay and I shared a bed again, this time mine. We kissed and held each other. We stroked each other’s chest, backs and things. That was it. No sex, just physical affection for one another. I liked my new life a lot. The second day I went to HS 102, Introduction to Human Sexuality. Charlene and Drew were in the same section. It was taught in a lounge in one of the other men’s dorms. Charlene and I reminisced. She said that Harold had freaked out the night that Jay talked about wanting to be the first guy whose dick I sucked. He had withdrawn from school. Drew joined us, asked what we were talking about. Charlene told him. Drew said he had never sucked a guy’s dick, although as we knew he had fucked Craig at the dance. He admitted that there was a guy in our dorm who turned him on so much it was driving him crazy. I didn’t tell him that everyone knew it was Jack. Then class started. The instructors were cool. They used team teaching for the intro course, one man and one woman. The man told us to call him Carl. He appeared to be about 30 and had just finished his Doctorate in Psychology and would start his clinical residency in July. Anthony was thrilled to hire him for a semester. Carl was fully qualified and black. Anthony had diversity goals for its faculty and, being in the South, was often shunned by black Americans. They had asked Carl about joining a tenure track, but he declined. He turned out to be a real cool dude. The woman told us to call her Brigitte. She was from the Netherlands and in her late 50s. Her pale white skin contrasted with Carl’s dark appearance. In the Netherlands Brigitte had operated a sexual fantasy establishment. Sort of like Pete’s, but with customers on-site instead of on-line. Clients would explain their sexual fantasies and she would make them real. The exceptions were fantasies involving children, or animals, or inflicting or receiving pain. She referred all of those clients for professional help. After they introduced themselves they called on Drew. “Why did you choose to wear those clothes today to class?” His answer was the same one I would have given. “Well, they’re clean, and I don’t have a lot of clean clothes. Second, it’s cooler now so a long-sleeve shirt and long pants seemed appropriate.” They thanked him, then called on a guy I hadn’t met before. His name was Seth. All of the rest of us were fully dressed; Seth had worn only his briefs. They posed the same question. “Well, it’s clean. I don’t mind the cool. And I like to advertise to the girls.” They asked if any of the girls in the class would like to comment. Charlene was on her feet and started speaking before she was called upon. She gave him the modesty and mystery speech, the same one I had heard before. All the rest of the girls were nodding their heads and speaking their agreement. Brigitte responded. “I’m astounded that so young a woman can so clearly articulate alsancak escort bayan the issue. Yes, some modesty in dress lends some mystery to what is underneath. Women can fantasize something better than what is actually revealed. If it’s the ladies you want, try a bit of mystery. If it’s the guys, lose the underwear.” Seth actually blushed. Carl then called a guy named Daryl. “What’s the most important organ in your body for sex?” “My penis, of course,” said Daryl. Brigitte called on a girl I did not know with the same question. “I guess my vagina.” They asked if everybody agreed. We all did. Carl then spoke. “Well, you are all wrong. The most important organ in your body for sex is your brain. This class has nothing to do with penises and vaginas. It has to do with your brain. That is where sexuality originates. It controls what you respond to and whom you respond to. It controls what you do about it. We’re not going to teach you neuroscience. We are going to teach you the relationship between the brain and human sexuality.” This could get really interesting. I wound up learning more about human sexuality from this class than from any other. There was no discussion of mechanics except for the biological mechanics of arousal. Nobody ever talked about fucking or sucking or any other sexual activity. And, remarkably, nobody ever got naked. Even Seth was fully dressed after the first day. I learned about the importance of pheromones in sexual attraction, arousal and activity. I talked to Sylvia about it, and she slapped her forehead. “For shit’s sake, I’m so stupid. I already knew that. My issue with my ex and yours with Ben are both probably simple biochemistry involving pheromones.” I wasn’t sure that made me feel better, but it did offer an easily-understood explanation. After that first HS 102 class I met Sylvia for lunch. We arranged for her to spend the night with me. Jay had a date that night with Valerie, and wound up bringing her back to the room for the night. The four of us sat and talked for an hour before getting ready for bed. Sylvia asked if either Jay or Valerie would be uncomfortable if the two of us had sex with them in the room. They both broke out laughing. The following night it was just me and Jay. It was Jay’s bed’s turn. Jay slipped off his boxer-briefs before getting in bed and started tugging at my jockeys. I stopped him. “Jay, go see Dr. Wagoner and take her testing. It lasts a whole day. Then talk to her about the results. Once you’ve done that, I’ll sleep naked with you.” He seemed disappointed, but we both enjoyed the kissing, hugging, stroking and general closeness that night. The next evening Valerie and Sylvia came over to the room. There was a “cat dinner” party the next weekend in Sylvia’s dorm and she wanted to make sure that Jay and I were invited. She told me I was already pretty good at giving her oral sex, but she wanted to improve my technique a bit. Valerie wasn’t invited because it was only for the girls in that dorm. She felt left out and asked if Sylvia could give Jay a few pointers also. “Only if he wants them,” she said. Jay acknowledged that he wanted them. He wanted to get better at satisfying Valerie. She said he already satisfied her, but there was always room for improvement. I asked Sylvia if she were familiar with Dr. Wagoner’s testing program. She was not just familiar Escort alsancak but was one of the people who administered and interpreted some of the tests. I told her I had taken the tests and scored a 23. “Typical heterosexual male, then,” noted Sylvia. “But not fanatical about it, which I like.” Jay said that I wanted him to take the tests. Sylvia told him that the discussion with Dr. Wagoner after the tests was the real value. Jay would get additional insights into himself that he didn’t have to share with anyone unless he wanted to. “What does a 23 mean?” asked Valerie. I nodded at Sylvia. “It means that he is a typical heterosexual male. He is open to emotional and even physical relationships with men, but his preference is women. Faced with a dick to suck and a pussy to eat, he will opt for the pussy almost every time. “I said almost, because pheromones play a huge role. There’s a guy at school who probably emits pheromones that trigger a huge drive for sex in Mark. When he’s around the guy he can’t keep his hands or his mouth to himself. I have the same problem with my ex-boyfriend at home. We don’t even like each other, but whenever we’re together we fuck like rabbits.” Jay asked her if she thought he should take the tests. “Only if you want to know more about yourself,” she replied. Jay said he’d think about it. The four of us then finished undressing. I wanted to eat Sylvia’s pussy and Jay wanted to do the same to Valerie. I licked Sylvia’s pussy, and then started probing with my tongue. “A little more attention to the licking will do wonders,” said Sylvia. I licked a bit more before diving in with my tongue. “Can you go a little deeper with your tongue?” asked Sylvia. Unfortunately, I couldn’t. I was just born with a short tongue. Jay came up for air and asked Valerie if he was doing things right. “Not now you’re not, because you’re speaking instead of eating. Get your tongue back in there.” I was hoping Sylvia would get less clinical and just enjoy it. Fortunately, she did. She swiveled around and took my dick in her mouth. For the first time ever we climaxed at the same time. She neither swallowed nor spoke. She raised her face from my crotch and seemed to be waiting for something. That something turned out to be Jay erupting into Valerie’s mouth. The two girls got up and switched beds. Valerie kissed me and we shared Jay’s cum. Sylvia did the same with Jay. I was too tired for more sex right then, and apparently Jay was, as well. The girls stayed in the beds we were in, and the two swapped couples cuddled and fell asleep. The next time we had the HS 102 class one of the girls raised her hand. She said, “Carl, why do I have an urge to have sex with good-looking black men around 30 who are well-educated? I want to suck their dicks and fuck their brains out.” Carl chuckled. “There’s something in your experience set that led to that. Perhaps you could find a 30-ish black well-educated good-looking male who isn’t madly in love with, and faithful to, his wife and ask him.” It was gentle, but there was no question it was a shut down for the girl. That Saturday Jay went and took Dr. Wagoner’s tests. When he returned he said they sure asked a lot of personal questions. And some of the pictures and movies they showed him were really strange. That night was the cat dinner. We both wore underwear only as instructed. It was a bit cool outside without pants and shirt. We were blindfolded at the entrance to the dorm and led to the lounge. I heard Sylvia’s voice. “Place them next to each other with enough room for me to kneel between them at their heads.” I assumed that was meant for me and Jay. “I’ll critique your performance and give you pointers,” she continued.

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