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Second Thoughts: Timmy's Extra Credit
"So, uh, I was wondering if I could earn some extra credit or something," thirteen year old Timmy Maxwell said, as he stood before the desk of his biology teacher Mr. Stevens.
"Well, Timmy, I'm not in the habit of giving extra credit assignments. I'm sorry, you'll just have to do the best you can on the next exam," Jason Stevens replied.
"Oh please, Mr. Stevens, isn't there something I can do?" the sandy-haired thirteen year old whined.
"Well, yes, there might be. Maybe you could help me out of a jam and I could help you out of one," Mr. Stevens replied.
"Sure! I'll be happy to help you out," Timmy replied excitedly, his emerald green eyes sparkling.
"Well, I'm not so sure you'll want to do it," Mr. Stevens responded.
"Oh, I'll do anything, Mr. Stevens." Timmy replied.
"Well, Tommy, as you know, this Friday is the day that we separate all the boys and girls and I show the yearly video of the male sexual anatomy and discuss sex. However, somehow the videotape has become unusable. How would you like to be the model for our discussion?" Mr. Stevens asked.
"Me?" What's that mean?" Timmy asked.
"Well, basically, you'd have to stand before the class naked as a model for the discussion," Mr. Stevens replied.
"Oh gosh! I couldn't do that!" Timmy exclaimed.
"Well, okay. I understand," Mr. Stevens said, shrugging his shoulders. "I just thought since you guys see each other naked in the showers anyway it wouldn't be a big deal for you.
Timmy thought for a second and realized Mr. Stevens was right. He saw the other guys naked and they saw him that way all the time in the showers. After all, he had almost the biggest dick and bush of pubes of anybody in the 7th grade. Why should it be that big of a deal?
"I'll do it!" Timmy replied.
"Good. Now when's the last time you masturbated?" Mr. Stevens asked.
"Uh, two days ago," Timmy replied, blushing.
"Fine, that means Friday will make it five days. No masturbation until Friday," Mr. Stevens said.
"Oh gosh!" Timmy replied, knowing that that would be the longest time he had ever gone without jerking off since he started at age ten.
That Friday, Mr. Stevens stood before the sixty plus boys to begin the annual lecture on male sexual anatomy.
"Gentleman, I think everyone of you knows the topic for today. I would ask that you please try to be as serious about this as possible," Mr. Stevens said, causing tittering among the assembled boys, that is everyone except Timmy, who was waiting in the storage closet with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his waist and who was so nervous his tummy ached.
"Why aren't we seeing the video this year, Mr. Stevens? Everyone's heard about it and been waiting," Billy Davis, the biggest and toughest boy in the class said from his front row seat.
"Well, gentleman, there's been a problem with the tape. However, I can assure you we will be able to proceed without it. In fact, I think you might even enjoy the live demonstration even more," Mr. Stevens replied, causing murmurs among the boys.
"Wadda yah mean live demonstration, Mr. Stevens?" Billy asked.
"I mean we have someone who has volunteered to serve as a model for our demonstration. Timmy, will you come in now please," Mr. Stevens replied.
Timmy opened the door to the storage closet, stuck his head out, and noticed Mr. Stevens began to motion for him to come on out. Slowly, Timmy entered the room, closed the door behind him, and began to walk over toward where Mr. Stevens stood.
"Oh geez, Mr. Stevens, we ain't gonna have to look at Timmy naked are we?" Danny Johnson asked, prompting many of the students to groan and others to snicker.
"Now, Mr. Johnson. Timmy has been good enough to be our model for our discussion today. Let's please be kind. Now, I need all of you to pay attention. Tommy will you step up on this stool please," Mr. Stevens said, pointing to the small step stool that was located in the front of the room.
Timmy did as he was told, and tried to avert his eyes from the assembled boys by looking at the ceiling toward the back of the room, afraid if he made eye contact he would back out.
"Why the towel, Maxwell? We've all seen yah naked," Bill Davis commented, prompting laugher from some of the boys and snickers from others.
"Now, Mr. Davis. That will be quite enough. Not all of this demonstration deals with male genitalia. We'll get to that later," Mr. Stevens said.
"I can hardly wait," one of the boys said from the back of the room in a sarcastic tone, prompting laughter from most of the boys and Timmy to give a "go to hell" look at the offending boy.
"Now, gentlemen, please! Let's begin," Mr. Stevens replied, raising his hand to quiet the class.
The class quieted down and waited for Mr. Stevens to begin.
"Mr. Maxwell, here, is about as good an example of a thirteen year old as one would want to find," Mr. Stevens began.
Timmy stood with his hands at his sides as Mr. Stevens droned on about his various physical features highlighting the typical things about boys his age, again trying not to make eye contact with the rest of the boys.
"Of course, now we come to the genitalia," Mr. Stevens eventually said, and quickly whisked the towel away from around Timmy's waist, prompting Timmy to instinctively cover his private parts.
"Aw! He's bashful," Billy Davis remarked, prompting most of the boy's to laugh.
"Now, Mr. Davis. That will be quite enough! Timmy, please remove your hands. There is nothing to be ashamed of," Mr. Stevens said.
Timmy did as he was told, putting his hands back to his sides and revealing his flaccid almost four-inch uncut cock, brown bush of pubes and walnut sized balls.
"As you can see, class, Mr. Maxwell is fairly well endowed from someone of thirteen. Also, you will note that he is uncircumcised, which is becoming more common these days. How many of you boys are uncircumcised?" Mr. Stevens asked.
In response, there was a show of hands from some of the boys.
"Well, twenty years ago not that many of you would have raised your hands. Doctors and parents both are beginning to look at circumcision in a new light. As a matter of fact, there are some advantages to being uncircumcised," Mr. Stevens said.
"What's that, Mr. Stevens," Jodie Brown asked from left side of the room.
"Just a second and I will show you," Mr. Stevens replied.
Both the class and Timmy, who had turned his head to see what Mr. Stevens was doing, watched as Mr. Stevens retrieved a pair of surgical gloves from the counter behind him and began to put them on. And, once he did so, also retrieved a large white feather from the counter as well.
"Now, Timmy, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you," Mr. Stevens said softly, and reached a gloved hand out and took hold of Timmy's flaccid penis, prompting Timmy to emit a little gasp and most of the boys in the room to exchange glances.
"Mr. Stevens! What are you doing?" Timmy exclaimed, prompting murmurs and titters from the assembled boys.
"Just relax, Timmy. Remember, this is your extra credit you're earning," Mr. Stevens replied softly.
"Now class, you will notice that as I pull back Timmy's foreskin two things are obvious. First, he keeps himself extremely clean, which is necessary for those of you who are uncircumcised. Second, the entire head of his penis, which is normally covered up, is exposed. One of the little pleasures of being uncircumcised is that both the head of the penis, and the rim just underneath, are extremely sensitive. Let me show you," Mr. Stevens said, and ran the tip of the feather over the head of Timmy's penis and underneath the rim.
"Oh geez! Gosh!" Timmy exclaimed, prompting titters and snickers from the other boys.
"As you will notice, if you will look carefully, Timmy's penis is already growing with just the slightest ministrations of the feather," Mr. Stevens said, as he continued to work the tip of the white feather over and around and underneath the head of Timmy's inflating penis.
"Oh, Mr. Stevens! Please!" Timmy said softly.
"Quiet, Timmy! Remember, it's your extra credit we're talking about here," Mr. Stevens whispered.
"Mmmmmm!" Timmy exclaimed, his penis inflating more by the second as the feather continued to move over the head.
"Hey look, guys. Maxwell is getting a boner!" Billy Davis exclaimed, prompting the boys to snicker and titter.
"Now that's enough, Mr. Davis. It's a natural thing. The stimulation to the head of Timmy's penis is almost impossible to resist. In fact, no matter how he tried to avert his mind his penis would still become erect. I'm sure some of you have had situations when your penis seemed to have a mind of it's own. Now, as I was saying, while it is true the head of Timmy's penis is extremely sensitive, once it starts to become erect, the entire length will become more sensitive as well. Let me show you," Mr. Stevens said, and also began to run the feather lightly up and down the shaft of Timmy's stiffening penis then back around the head.
"Oh God!" Timmy exclaimed, tingling sensations surging like electric shock waves through his young body.
In no time at all, Timmy's penis was at its full six inches and rock hard, standing out and up from his groin like a lever.
"As you can see, class, Timmy's penis is now fully erect. Notice how the foreskin is fully retracted. So much so, in fact, that you almost can't tell that Timmy is uncircumcised. Naturally, all of the parts that are usually covered up are now exposed and are very sensitive," Mr. Stevens said, and began to concentrate the tip of the feather in the area between the head of Timmy's penis and the area and inch or so below it.
"Oh! Mmm!" Timmy exclaimed, his body shivering a little at the gooey shock waves that coursed through is body.
"Of course, due to such stimulation of the penis, other areas of the body will become more sensitive as well. For example, this area here will have now become quite sensitive," Mr. Stevens said, and began to brush the tip of the feather up and down in the area between Timmy's pubes and his navel.
"Ungh! Oh geez!" Timmy moaned, and again shuddered a little.
"Also, notice that other areas have also become more sensitive as well," Mr. Stevens remarked, and began to pay attention to Timmy's nipples with the feather.
"Oh God! Unnnnh!" Tommy exclaimed, his body quivering and his knees almost buckling at the sensations.
"For those of you who haven't noticed, you can see that all of this stimulation to various parts of Timmy's anatomy have had the desired effect," Mr. Stevens said, pointing with the tip of the feather to the tip of Timmy's penis where a large clear drop of fluid was now quite evident.
"He's beginning to leak," a voice said from the back of the room, prompting most of the boys to titter.
"Well, more properly, Timmy is beginning to secrete pre-seminal fluid, some refer to it as pre-cum. Does anyone know the purpose?" Mr. Stevens asked, and began to play the tip of the feather underneath the head of Timmy's engorged penis, prompting Timmy to moan loudly and his hard penis to twitch.
"Lubrication, sir!" Billy Davis replied.
"Very good, Billy! Yes, it is a natural occurrence that would provide some natural lubrication should Timmy begin to have intercourse. Naturally, the more that stimulation is prolonged the more lubricant Timmy's penis will secrete. Notice, how the quantity has already increased and is beginning to form a ribbon," Mr. Stevens said, calling attention to the fact that there was now a thread of pre-cum hanging from the head of Timmy's penis.
Mr. Stevens continued on, with occasional moans and groans from Timmy, pointing out how Timmy's testicles, which were low-hung at the beginning of the lecture, were now drawing up toward his groin, as he played the feather over them and the first dollop of pre-cum fell to the floor between Timmy's feet. And, as the feather returned to his nipples, then back to the head of his penis, Timmy thought he would die.
"Oh! You've got to stop, Mr. Stevens!" Timmy whispered loudly, then moaned.
"Now, Timmy, just relax. Try to think of something else," Mr. Stevens replied, as he continued to play the feather over Timmy's penis.
As he did so, pre-cum began to drip from Timmy's penis like a leaky faucet and he began to occasionally tremble as the erotic shock waves coursed through his body.
"Oh Please! Really, you gotta stop now!" Timmy whispered loudly, in an aside to Mr. Stevens. .
However, Mr. Stevens began to talk about masturbation and with how adequate stimulation to the proper areas of the body orgasm could be achieved without masturbation. Of course, if anyone knew that it was Timmy, who was trying to think about every bad thing in the world he could to prevent the inevitable from happening.
"There are other parts of the body, as well, that add to the stimulation," Mr. Stevens said, as he began to play the tip of the feather lightly over the underside and top of the head of Timmy's penis again.
"Mr. Stevens! What are you doing?" Timmy exclaimed in a loud whisper, then gasped, as the man took his free, gloved, hand and began to probe his butt crack.
"Just relax, Timmy. It'll be okay," Mr. Stevens replied, his gloved finger seeking its target as the feather played over the head of Timmy's penis.
Naturally, it didn't take long for Mr. Stevens to find the target he sought and he immediately began to circle Timmy's anus with his gloved finger.
"Oh no! Don't do that!" Timmy cried out loudly.
Then, Mr. Stevens began to slightly probe at Timmy's anus with his finger like he was pushing some kind of button. Of course, the effect was immediate.
"Oh no!" Timmy cried out, as orgasmic shock waves wracked his body from head to toe, and immediately, Timmy's knees buckled, his head reared back, and his body arched backward, jutting his hard penis and groin out toward the audience of boys.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Timmy then cried out, and his penis jerked violently and spewed forth a huge rope of white goo that flew through the air and landed smack dab between Billy Davis' eyes, and, it was followed almost instantly by another that splattered on Billy's mouth and chin.
Naturally, the whole class erupted into laughter, while Timmy stood horrified; watching helplessly, as his penis twitched and squirted and Billy angrily arose from the desk in which he was sitting. Timmy looked to Mr. Stevens for help, and he was laughing as well.
"I'm gonna whip your ass!" Billy exclaimed, cum dripping from his face as he headed toward Timmy with his fists clinched.
Timmy tried to run, but he couldn't. It was as if his feet were glued to the floor. Then, he screamed as Billy's fist headed through the air toward his nose.
Timmy sat up in bed breathing rapidly, his tummy covered with cum. It had all been a dream, a horrible dream.
"Oh geez!" Timmy moaned, as he looked at all of the sticky goo all over his stomach and pubes.
"Are you okay, Timmy?" his mother called from the other bedroom, having heard Timmy cry out.
"Yeah, mom. It's okay. I just had a bad dream. That's all," Timmy replied.
Then, Timmy shook his head, reached for the box of tissues on the night stand, and immediately had serious second thoughts about asking Mr. Stevens for extra credit, which was something he had planned to do when he got to school the next morning.
The End