Harrad High
By
Timothy Stillman
(To Harold, who sparked this idea.)
"Good morning class. I am Samuel Tenhausen. My father, Phillip, founded Harrad University. Which was the subject of a book called `The Harrad Experiment.' The book, compiled of diaries of the first students in the first year of the university was edited by Robert H. Rimmer. That was a while ago. Mr. Rimmer wondered at the time how the future would greet his book and the ideas in it. Society never goes totally in one direction, and the flower children give way to the abstinence based Christianity of today, which has proved time and again, does not work. And yet there is always the facade. But, boys, the beating penis always has the upper--hand. And no amount of repression can change that.
"This is high school gym. And I've asked all of you to be only in your boxers and your briefs and never to dress out. This will save money on sweat shirts and shorts. It will also be the greatest physical education class of your lives. It will be you having fun exercises and learning about sexuality and yourselves and other boys in the process. This is a high school Harrad Experiment. I know some of you are a little shy. You shall get over that very soon.
"I know that homosexuality is foreign to many of you. However boys your age are horny all the time and know that masturbation is always a fantasy for most of you with your best friend, who is probably straight, and is putting you through hell because you want to suck him off or to fuck. Okay, boys, you've got the laughter out of your system now. This is one of the reasons why the class is sex ed. Like you've never experienced before. You will engage in sex. You will suck and be sucked. You will fuck and be fucked. You are hard now, most of you, I can see your dicks sticking upward, some I can see sticking outward. Therefore, enough of this orientation--take off what you are wearing now."
The boys took off their shorts. Hesitantly. Some with false bravado. Glancing at one another to be sure they were doing it too. They were shy. They looked round at each other a little more boldly. A curious giggle. Most cocks erect. Some put their hands over them. Others put their hands on their thighs. One or two boys were proud of their hard ons and emitted a smile half way. The gym was hot from still summer leading into Autumn. The gym was large. There was a pool to the left of the boys, covered with canvass. Naked swimming would especially interest them.
They stood in lines. Were growing to having fun being naked with all these other boys. There were 53 in this class alone. Their bodies were thin, medium, heavy. Most of them had pubic hair. Some a little. Some a lot. They were getting horny and hornier. Some already were delicately and awkwardly touching their dicks. It was stunningly liberating.
The teacher was a throwaway little man who had a small goatee. He was walking among the boys. And tweaking their tits. Their penises. Rubbing his hands down their butts. Coming close to their holes once or twice. Goosing a few. The boys jumped and laughed and jutted out their cocks when he tweaked them.
The other boys looked then at the sounds those boys made and laughed and saw lines of bodies, naked and small, naked and large, above all else, naked. The teacher, a whistle round his neck, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and tennis shoes here in the gym that was also used as a basketball court. He was now telling the boys to put their hands to their cocks and to jack them, to jack them hard, with this caveat--while doing so, the owners of said cocks had to look at a boy to the left or right of them, and all of them had to form a circle jerk so no one would be left out, and although, the teacher said, some of you like butts better than cocks, this opening class will focus on cocks alone.
So saying, the boys awkwardly, though becoming less awkward, moved and circles, their dicks all hard and their hands slamming against them--the joy of doing it before other boys who were also doing it, and loneliness and shyness and being different were cast away as in Harrad University. The teacher told them to now take the boy to the right or the left of them and to each jack the other. There were giggles and talk that echoed throughout the large gym. They did so with alacrity. They didn't look at each other's faces for a time, and then began to smile at each other. It was a rather extraordinary group grope going on here. The boys were fucking other's hands while they were experiencing the same pleasure. How truly wonderful to be doing this with each other. And not behind a closed door.
Some had penis sheathes. Some were cut. Some were large. Others small. They were all different colors. Some foreskins hung down low before the penis. Others had the head sticking through. Different sizes. Some stuck up while others stuck out. Some tilted at a forty-five degree angle. Some were red at the head. Some were pale. Some were thin. Some were thick. Some had rings around them. Some had veins you could see. Others had no veins at all visible. Some were marbled. Their dicks were uniquely theirs. No one had a thing to be ashamed of. They were all perfectly beautiful
Some heads were elaborate mushroom shaped with flanges. Others were not sculpted in that way. Others with line patterns in the head. Some had their foreskins pulled back. This especially interested the boys who were without them. Others that had a slightly water soaked look. The boys who had thought the athletes had bigger dicks than they; after all, they were star athletes, discovered this was not necessarily the case. Some of the athletes had dicks smaller, a few more so, than the boys who were readers or worked on the school paper or were considered nerds, which made said boys quite happy, and made athletes who had smaller dicks--well, it humbled them really and interested them even more because they could get those smaller dicks all in their mouths and that made them harder--and it was the process the teacher knew of the great leveler. Balls heavy. Balls small. Balls tucked up hard in their sack. Hairless. Some with hair. Egg shaped. More circled shaped.
He had backed away to the bleachers to the other side of the boys. The bleachers were pulled inward so there was more room; therefore they formed a second wall to the bricks of the real walls. They boys were going nicely on their own and his time with this was done, save for instructions, but even that was muted.
Some of the boys lay down with each other on the polished flooring. They were jerking each other off, sometimes to orgasm, as the cum flew through the air, silvery jets and bubbling up to the hole of some cocks and some cum, the product of all this communal sighing and moaning and laughing and sex words shouted out, landing on pretty boys' faces and the faces of those who were not so pretty, and on chests and spread legs and crotches of boys who were average, who were considered less than, but again, thanks Dr. Tenhausan, it still works, only we needed to lower the age a bit. By university time, the damage is done and not much can be corrected.
But here the boys were still at a formative age. Still at a level where they could break free of shackles and rumors and fairy tales and just plain lies. Some boys, three in fact, over on the side right next to the teacher wanted to suck each other. Their movements, the way they jacked, almost cum, but not yet, and looking at each other's dicks and faces with boyish intensity, the teacher said, anyone wanting to suck cock can--at the phrase the boys' boners got bigger and the ones who had just cum, were ready to go again--a teacher saying this? Was this a dream come true? Or just a dream?
The boys who wanted to still hesitated. The teacher clapped his hands and everybody turned their attention to the greatest teacher in the world, as he said no one will be mean to anybody who wants to do anything sexually in here. I expect you to treat others fairly and not to hurt them or laugh at them or make them feel badly in any way. Now, agreed? The boys all nodded, many eagerly, could it really be?? Then there were mouths over cocks and their were fingers pinching tits, and there were boys lying atop one another and there were boys pretending to fuck each other, between the legs. There were boys examining each other's bodies, there were cocks going in each other's mouths.
There were boys side by side, and boys getting off on watching others while others watched them. There were boys who were pumping in others' mouths and cumming, the cum running down chins and cheeks, much of it swallowed. Though fucking would be something most of the came to gradually, there were boys piling on top of each other and forming naked human pyramids, their butt holes open and exposed to boys who fingered them and laughed and someone toppled them over into a pile of naked boys.
And in record fast time, it can't be over already; the teacher blew his whistle and clapped his hands. He was asking boys how it felt to have their penises in mouths for the first time, mainly, though the bragging had said differently. And how was it to be naked with all these other boys? And to masturbate them? And to make them cum on you and you on them? The boys released a huge cheer. And they all were jumping beans, wanting to get back to it, there, naked, like a huge litter of puppies, their eyes young, their hair long, their skin brown or pale or golden, some still had a bit of cum on a lip or two, and it was safe to say they were happy now, even the unhappy ones, as kids who never would have done this before, were rubbing each others' dicks as though this were nothing at all to be doing in public, after all the other boys were naked and had just had sex with each other, so what the hell?
The teacher asked if they would be back in gym on Wednesday at two for more exercise. And everybody applauded and shouted out things like HELL YESSSSSSS, and the teacher said, okay guys, kiss each other's penises and mouths and then go get dressed. They did as he said, without question or pause, some really getting into kissing dicks and then mouths and holding each other, a few did that too, and then were off and running to the changing room as the teacher stood and watched their naked flanks and butts and backs and heard their giddy sex talk and laughter.
He thought, yes, this would be an exciting school term. And he added, thanks, dad, for the inspiration.