by hcolleen
(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/183233.html)
“Welcome to Sex Education. Now, if you’re expecting a class where you learn to put a condom on a banana and look at pictures of various sexually transmitted diseases in an attempt to scare you out of ever touching yourself for the rest of your life, you’re in the wrong room. If you’re expecting a class extolling the virtue of waiting until you’ve committed your life or until you can file for divorce to someone before finding out that you’re incompatible, you’re in the wrong class. If you’re expecting a class that will tell you nothing at all about the topic you’re studying and will expect you to have utterly no practical experience with it the rest of your life, you’re in the wrong class. If you have issue with everyone else in this class seeing your naked body contorted in pleasure, you’re in the wrong class. If you’re in the wrong class, leave now.” There was a pause as the teacher, Mr. Roche, waited. He leaned on the desk at the front of the room, a battered affair that had seen better days long before it started its career as a teacher’s desk. Five long minutes, he stared at the class, his light blue eyes piercing as they moved from student to student.
My eyes were drawn to his body, following his legs up to where his hips rested against the desk. His arms were crossed over his chest and when I met his eyes, he was looking at me, and I’m sure his eyebrow went up before he moved on. Five people left, either running or trying to look cool about it. I’m sure there were a few more that just wouldn’t show up tomorrow, too, too embarrassed to actually get up. Me, I wanted to know more. There was something about Mr. Roche I liked. Maybe it was that he was direct, in charge. He was different from the other teachers, more confident or something.
“Now, what constitutes sex?” Mr. Roche asked, looking around at us again. He pushed away from the desk and walked over to the whiteboard, picking up a marker and writing the question on the board as well. He turned and pointed at me with the marker. “Jonathan?”
I squirmed in my seat, looking around at the rest of the class. It was just a bunch of guys since sex ed was segregated to make everyone more comfortable, in theory. “Uh,” I managed, wanting to sink through the floor at how stupid that sounded. “Well, there’s intercourse?” I said, my voice climbing six octaves in one word. I sunk down in my seat.
He wrote that on the board. “That’s a nice, safe word to hide behind. What does that mean?” He focused on me and then turned his attention to the rest of the class.
I lost track of what was said next. I felt like an utter idiot. He called on someone else to answer that question. He asked a lot more questions, to the point where I think everyone in the class answered one. I gradually felt less embarrassed as other guys answered questions in ways that were even more stupid than what I’d said. For a while, I seriously thought about not showing up, but that would mean I wouldn’t see him again.
I couldn’t think of why it would even matter if I saw him again, but it was important. It’s not like I was really into, well, anyone, really. I wasn’t a jock, more a nerd than anything, and girls just didn’t go for nerds, especially gamers. Even gamer girls preferred games. Hell, I preferred games. But, there was something about Mr. Roche that made me want to see again.
Whatever, it didn’t really matter. The bell rang and I gathered up my stuff, shuffling out with everyone else. I looked over my shoulder and I’m sure Mr. Roche was looking at me, or, more exactly, my ass. I almost stopped, but there was the rest of the class pushing me out into the hall.
It had to be my imagination. I mean, there were a bunch of us leaving at the same time, but I kinda wanted him to be looking at my ass.
“Hey, Jay, what do you think?” David asked. He was my best friend. Over the summer, he’d shot up at least six inches and now looked like someone had stretched him out, and he tripped a lot.
I shrugged. I looked up at him. “Dunno, D. You?”
He knelt, more flopping down on his knees, since his locker was one of the lower ones. Mine was above his and down two. We probably should have switched since I was already shorter than him before the summer and I hadn’t grown since. He was almost a foot taller than me now.
“That….well, y’know,” he shrugged. “I mean, what other class can you look at porn for a grade?”
I snorted. “Yeah, that part’ll be great, but what about the whole everyone seeing you thing?”
He messed around in his locker. “Can he really make us do that?” he asked.
I stared at the books in my locker. “I dunno. I mean, that waiver our folks had to sign for the class said a lot of shit.”
He rubbed his nose and pushed himself up, almost falling over as he swung his bag over his shoulder. He scowled. “Yeah,” he sighed. “But…isn’t it weird?”
“Weird how?” I asked.
“Like, he wants to watch us,” he said, his voice cracking.
“It’s not like he can be a pervert,” I snort. “I mean, they check him out and shit. Besides, like he said, we’re supposed to be learning about sex and what better way to learn than by doing?”
“But, sex with guys? Aren’t we supposed to, y’know, have sex with girls or something? I mean, most of the porn is that way.”
I shove my hands in my pockets. “Don’t see how it matters, but maybe we’ll join up with the girls’ class or something.”
“You don’t see how it matters?” D asked, his voice climbing again.
I move to stand in front of him. “What, did your dick shrink when the rest of you was stretched out?”
His fist came up and then dropped before he stormed off.
Damn it. I started after him. “D, c’mon, you know I’m just harassing you! You don’t need to be pissed.”
He stopped and then turned to look at me. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”
I frowned at him. “If I’d known—”
“Look,” he snapped. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, spitting out each word.
“Fine, fucking shut out your best friend!” I snapped back at him. We were starting to get looks from people walking past us. I shove my hands in my pockets. “Look, why don’t you come over after school, okay?”
“Fine,” he said, stalking away.
I let him go. We didn’t have the same class and he was close to decking me anyway. We’re best friends, which meant he was more likely to deck me than anyone else. We’ve had some real vicious fights over the years.
After school, we met by our lockers again. Without a word, we threw our stuff in our lockers and walked out. We went to his house since my mother worked nights and didn’t want to wake up to us talking…or fighting…and his parents were both gone until later in the evening. We made it all the way into his room without a word between us. He sat on the floor and I took a seat on his bed.
“What’s the malfunction?” I asked him.
He looked at the floor and dug his fingers into the carpet. “I’ve… A lot of shit happened this summer. I have a lot I’ve been thinking about and some of it has to do with you, okay?” he said, throwing the words at me like they were rocks but still not looking at me.
“What about me?” I asked, trying not to get as pissy as he was acting, but it was kinda hard when he was attacking me for no reason.
He rubbed his face and brought his knees up to his chest. “You tell anyone else what I’m gonna tell you and I will fucking beat your ass so hard, I won’t care if you die.”
“You know me better than that,” I shot back.
He shifted so he was laying on his stomach on the floor. He kept digging in the carpet with his fingers, though. “I…” He put his forehead on his wrists and kept talking. “I haven’t even told my parents this, but I keep thinking I should be a girl.”
How the fuck was I supposed to answer that? I couldn’t just freak out on him. It was obvious that he was having trouble with it already. I rubbed my hands on my jeans and then twisted my fingers together. “Why?” I managed to ask without my voice cracking wildly.
“It’s…it’s hard to explain,” he said, his forehead still on his wrists. “I’ve thought about it a lot, especially over the summer. I…it’s just…it makes more sense for me than anything else,” he said, almost whining.
“Look,” I managed to keep my voice level. “You’re my friend, but…I mean, give me something to work with here,” I said and it sounded like a whine even to me.
He pushed himself up and he looked like he was ready to cry or beat me up, I wasn’t sure. “Look, you’re the first person I’ve talked to about this. I don’t know what to say!”
I rubbed my hands together. “Maybe you should talk to someone,” I said lamely. “I’m not saying that I won’t listen, but I don’t know what to say,” I said, squirming and whining again. I still had to figure out what the hell was going with this in my own head about this.
D frowned at me. He ran his fingers through his hair, which made him look at the floor again. “I told you because you said it didn’t matter,” he muttered. “After class, when you said that, I thought…maybe you’d understand.”
I shifted and the chair squeaked. “I…don’t, yet,” I said. “But…but, you’re my friend, okay. We’ll figure it out.” I looked at the window. “Uh, are…me?” I stammered, looking back at him.
“What?” he asked, looking at me again.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “You into me?” I asked, embarrassed.
He snorted. “No. I’m more into, y’know, the Vin Diesel type,” he said, blushing. “Or, the Gillian Anderson type.”
“Both?” I said, my eyes getting wider.
“You got an issue with that?” he demanded.
I snorted. “No, not really, but you were the one bitching about the class being full of boys and practical.”
“Think about it, idiot!” he shot back at me.
I felt pretty stupid for that. “Oh, yeah, right,” I muttered, rubbing my face. I sigh. “Do you think maybe you can talk with like a counselor or something? I’ll go with you, if you want,” I offered so he didn’t think I was trying to push him off or away. I just didn’t know what to say.
He let his cheek rest on his wrists. “Thanks,” he muttered. I think he meant it, at least I hoped he meant it. “I’ll let you know when, okay?”
I felt a little weak in the stomach when he said that, in relief. “Okay,” I said.
We didn’t talk much after that. After a bit, he sat up and tossed a game controller at me and we played some FFIX until I had to head home. As I started to head out, he hugged me silently for a long time. It was a little weird; he’d never done that before, but I hugged him back.
Sex ed was the only class we had together and the first months were mostly just learning anatomy and stuff like safe sex and how pregnancies happened and how to prevent them. We did see the horrible pictures of sex diseases, but we also learned how to keep from getting them.
I couldn’t shake the fascination I had with Mr. Roche. Every time I saw him, I wanted to be closer to him, to talk to him, or something. I didn’t know.
Just before the midyear break, D came up to me after class. Well, we usually talked after class to plan what we were going to play after school or on the weekend or if we had to skip out for one reason or another. This time, though, he pulled me into the bathroom. “Look, I want you to talk to Mr. Roche with me after class,” he whispered, looking around to make sure no one was listening.
I’d almost forgotten, or rather, I hadn’t even thought about our conversation until just then. “Okay,” I agreed, nodding. “I’ll meet you at our lockers after class.”
He smiled, though he looked like he was going to throw up, too. “Thanks.”
The rest of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about D wanting to be a girl and Mr. Roche. I’m not even sure what else happened the rest of the day. I think I had a test, but I can’t remember.
When the day finally ended, I was beyond ready to just get it over with. When I saw D, he looked worse than I felt. “You okay? Sure?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Jay, I just wanna get this over with,” he whined.
I nodded and threw my books into my locker while he did the same. He stood and ran his hands down his legs as he stood up. “Let’s go,” I said, tugging at his sleeve a little.
I could see him swallowing out of the corner of my eye as he walked next to me. Despite what we were going to talk to Mr. Roche about, I was kinda excited about seeing him, but I didn’t know why.
We went to the classroom and Mr. Roche was sitting at his desk, reading something, probably grading stuff or something. He looked up at us when we came in. “Hello, boys,” he said, putting down his pen and looking at us with his hands laced in front of him. He didn’t smile, but I was sure he was glad to see us. I don’t know why I thought that, but I did.
D was walking behind me a little and pulled the door closed. “I…I wanted to talk to you,” he mumbled, moving to where I could feel him standing behind me. He was fidgeting; I could feel his hands twisting against my back. “I…well, I have something that…well, I’ve been thinking about and…”
“Why don’t you have a seat and we can talk,” Mr. Roche said, his voice kind as he waved at a couple of desks right next to his.
I looked over my shoulder at D and he nodded, though he held onto my shirt and didn’t move until I did and kept a hold of my shirt until I sat down. It took D a moment to move to the next chair and sit down.
“What is it that’s bothering you, David?” Mr. Roche asked, looking at him.
D squirmed in the chair. “I…I’ve been thinking that…maybe I should be a girl,” he said, actually managing to say it clearly even with the stammering. I was kinda proud of him, actually. I knew it was hard for him.
“That is a difficult realization,” Mr. Roche said. He sounded so nice about it, too.
D nodded and I could see him swallowing. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “It…it’s just I…it doesn’t feel right, my body.”
Mr. Roche came around his desk and pulled a chair over to sit closer to us. “I don’t doubt you’ve thought about this a lot, but I do want to ask you a couple of questions, okay?”
D nodded. “Okay,” he said. He looked like he was going to be sick and I felt bad for him. I reached out and touched his hand. He grabbed my hand and held on tight. I could feel him shaking.
“When you go through puberty, your body changes a lot. Have you considered that you haven’t gotten used to all the changes yet?” Mr. Roche asked. He sounded very sympathetic, not like he was judging D, just trying to really help him.
D frowned. “I…felt off…wrong, before…” he mumbled.
Mr. Roche reached over and put his hand on D’s shoulder. “I know this isn’t easy,” he said. “I just want to ask you a couple more questions to help figure out what we need to do next, okay?”
“Okay,” D said, his voice cracking as he said it.
Caressing D’s cheek, Mr. Roche asked, “Are you sure it’s not just that you’re attracted to men?”
D’s whole face turned red, but he didn’t move away from Mr. Roche’s hand. “I…I’m attracted to both,” he admitted. “Men…men more than women,” he added, mumbling again and looking down at his lap.
“One more question. Have you started masturbating?”
D just shook his head, not looking up. “It…I…” he started to try and talk and fell silent again.
“Jonathan, have you?”
My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head. I was just here for D. “No,” I said, my voice climbing five octaves as I said it.
His eyebrow went up but he caressed my cheek with his other hand. His hand was so warm and felt so good. He turned back to D. “I’m not saying this will change your mind, but it might help things clearer in your head about how you feel about your body. If, after you’ve tried it a bit, it still doesn’t feel right, then I can recommend a counselor who will help you work through the transition.”
“Weren’t we gonna…well, learn that anyways?” I asked, my voice cracking again. I hated that.
“Yeah,” D said. “To both,” he added, looking at me.
“We are, beginning next semester, but it seems that you two are ready to start now,” Mr. Roche said
The thrill that raced through my body at that made my knees weak, even though I was sitting. I dared to look over at D and he was bright red. “How?” he asked, choking on the word.
“Well,” Mr. Roche said, his hands moving to our shoulders. “The simplest way to start is to take off your clothes. We’ve studied enough anatomy that you should both know that our bodies are basically the same.”
The thought of being naked, especially with Mr. Roche, made my dick feel hot and tight and my stomach twist.
“I…yeah, let’s do that,” D said before I could say anything.
I really couldn’t say anything else now. “Yeah,” I said.
Mr. Roche squeezed my shoulder and I’m pretty sure he squeezed D’s, too. “Then, the first thing to do is to take off our clothes.”
D looked at me as I looked at him and I’m pretty sure I looked as sick-nervous as he did. We turned back to Mr. Roche. “Take off our clothes?” I squeaked.
“That is generally the way this is done,” he said, very reasonable-like. “It’s easier to enjoy yourself if you don’t have any clothes on. It also makes it easier to show you everything.”
“You’re gonna show us how…?” D squeaked.
I really wanted to see that, to see Mr. Roche…why the hell did I want to see that so badly?
“Jay?” D asked me and when I turned to look at him, he continued, “I will if you will. I really want to know, though.”
“Yeah,” I croaked, my throat suddenly so dry I was surprised the sound made it out. I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I managed a little clearer.
“Which of you wants to go first?” Mr. Roche asked, his hands moving to his lap.
“First?” we both squeaked.
“Well,” he said, very relaxed, “I was thinking I’d teach you everything, starting with how to take off someone else’s clothes. You would rather have a thorough lesson, wouldn’t you?” he asked.
My whole groin area felt hot and tingled. “I will,” I managed to say.
Mr. Roche stood up and held out a hand to me. When I took it, he pulled me up and pulled me close to his chest. “Let’s begin at the beginning. Have you ever been kissed?”
I forgot how to talk with him holding me like that. I couldn’t even understand what he was asking me. All I could do was look up at him. His face was so close to mine, then his lips were touching mine and it felt like fire spreading through my body. I whimpered when he pulled back.
“You liked that,” he said.
I managed to remember how to nod.
“You’d like more.”
I whimpered and nodded.
His hand slid down to my ass, pulling my hips closer to him. My whole body felt like I was going to melt. “You’re going to get the whole course,” he said then looked at D. “Come here, too.” He shifted me over a little.
I looked over at D. He was looking me, waiting, it seemed, for me to do something. I looked up at Mr. Roche and then held my hand out to D.
D took my hand and Mr. Roche held him close, too. “What’s in the whole course?” he asked, his voice all shaky.
Mr. Roche kissed him and I watched as D’s eyes fluttered closed and he seemed to melt. “The whole course teaches you not only how to get yourself off but someone else, too. In this case, two others. Sound like something you’d be interested in?”
“Yes,” I moaned at the same time D did.
“Good,” Mr. Roche said, his voice low and rumbling. “Now, I want to see you boys kiss each other,” he instructed.
I looked over at D, just barely aware that I was still holding his hand. Now, the only kiss I’d ever had was just a couple of minutes ago and I’m pretty sure D just had his first kiss, too. It took a moment for us to figure out which way to tilt our heads so we didn’t end up nose to nose, but when we did, I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Maybe it had something to do with Mr. Roche still rubbing my ass and making my hips rock into his body, or maybe it’s just D, but I could feel his kiss all the way through my body. When he pressed closer, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
“Did you know,” Mr. Roche said when we finally broke away from each other, “that there was a David and Jonathan in the Bible that were said, by some, to be lovers?” We both turned to look at him. “I can’t tell you how much I like your names and that you both like each other enough to want to do this,” he said, his voice full of wicked amusement. Then he kissed me and I didn’t care anymore that I didn’t really get what he was talking about.
D’s lips touched my neck and I groaned aloud into Mr. Roche’s mouth. I’m not sure why he thought to do that, but it felt wonderful. I wanted more, more touching, more of everything. I even wanted more skin, to touch Mr. Roche’s body, even D’s. I wanted to feel them closer to me.
The problem was, I had one arm behind each of their backs and all I could do was tug on their shirts, trying to get my message across. Then it occurred to me, somehow, I’m not sure, that I could lift their shirts and get under them and find skin. It was a glorious idea that made me groan as I acted on it. I pulled both their shirts up, doing them at the same time so I didn’t have to try and coordinate anything more complicated like one first then the other.
When I was able to get my hands under their shirts, I whimpered and they both groaned. Their skin was so nice, D’s soft and warm, Mr. Roche’s firmer, warm, too. D whimpered or moaned, I’m not sure, but he started sucking on my neck, making me moan. Mr. Roche hummed, I could feel it in my mouth, and pulled back enough to whisper ‘good’ before kissing me again, harder this time.
I felt Mr. Roche’s hand against my skin, then he slid it down, under my pants and boxers until he was holding my ass. I couldn’t remember a time when a hand felt so hot, so wanted. I groaned aloud and tried to get closer to him and also to press my ass into his hand more. He helped me by pulling me closer, by using his hand to rock my hips into his body. I could feel D moving the same way next to me, his lips moving from my neck, across my cheek and over to Mr. Roche.
My body started drawing all tight and feeling weird, like I had to piss but different. I tried to pull back from our kiss, but Mr. Roche kept kissing me like he had to and I really didn’t want to pull back, anyways. Then, my whole body tensed and relaxed and I felt so warm and good, I couldn’t help the noises coming out of my throat. My knees didn’t want to hold me up, especially when I heard the noises D was making, too.
Mr. Roche helped us down to the floor, sitting so that his legs stuck out in front of him and each of us was over one leg, leaning on his shoulder. D looked blissed out, like he’d just experienced the best thing ever.
“Feel good, boys?” Mr. Roche said, his voice rumbling through my body.
I looked at D and he smiled at me and we both said ‘yeah’ at the same time.
“Would you like to do more?” he asked. After we both said yeah again, he said, “Why don’t you work my pants open? I want to teach you something else.”
Between the three of us, D working the button, me the zipper and Mr. Roche lifting up his hips so we could pull his pants down a little, we revealed the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in person. It was long, red, weird shaped with veins and stuff dripping off the top of it. I’d never seen my cock look like that, but it didn’t look like cocks in porn. Those looked skin colored; this one looked like it was pissed off or something.
“Now, wrap your hands around it,” he said. “One hand each.” He moaned when we both wrapped the hand closest to it around his dick, mine closer to the bottom, D’s above mine. It was hot, firm and soft at the same time. “Now, stroke together, up and down.” He moaned again when we started moving like it felt really good. He then reached for our pants and worked them open, pulling out our cocks. “Keep stroking,” he said when my hand faltered on his and I had to moan.
We fell into the rhythm that Mr. Roche was using, it was just easier than trying to figure anything else out. When he twisted his hands and he stroked up and down, we did the same thing because it felt so good. We were all making noises, our hips rocking into hands. It was weird, watching stuff leak out the top of all our cocks, watching as we stroked him and he stroked us.
“Use your other hands to play with your balls,” he told us.
It was hard to do, but I managed to get my pants down enough to obey him. When I put my hand on my balls, I could feel where I wanted to be touched and moved my hand there. I groaned, my head falling to my chest.
That weird almost like having to piss feeling built up again. But, since we weren’t kissing, I groaned. “I…I’m gonna…”
“You’re going to come,” Mr. Roche said, his voice thick, deeper than I’d heard it. “Me, too. Watch,” he ordered.
Our hands moved faster, our hips jerking against his legs, his thrusting against us. I watched, feeling his dick get thicker in my hand, then it started pulsing and more stuff squirted out of his cock, and out of ours. This time I couldn’t take my eyes off of his dick as it happened.
He pulled his hands off our dicks after they stopped pulsing and brought them up to his mouth, licking them off like they had melted ice cream on them or something, then pulled us close.
He held us a long time. D brought his hand up, licking it and making a face before offering it to me. I tried it and it tasted weird, kinda peppery. I made a face back at him and shrugged. Maybe it was one of those things you got used to.
“Next time,” Mr. Roche said after a long moment of just relaxing, “we’ll get into more intimate forms of sex, your intercourse, Jonathan. And, David, I’ll give you a card for a therapist who can help you work things out.”
“The…the lessons are for both of us?” I ask. I don’t want D left out, even though I still want to do more with Mr. Roche.
“Of course. I would very much enjoy it if you both continue to attend these afterschool lessons. You’ll be ahead of everyone else in class.” He squeezed me and I looked up at him, seeing D do the same thing out of the corner of my eye. “If you want, you can even demonstrate for the class.” The way he said it made me shiver. He wanted to watch us do what he taught us to do and it made me want to be watched.
I couldn’t wait for the next lesson!
