“Mr. Meyers, It has come to my attention that you are interested in auditing my Introduction to Fellatio class. We are short on volunteers due to the current pandemic and if you are willing, I will give you full credit as an assistant. If you are interested, show up to class tomorrow at 1 PM. Lecture Hall 17 in the N. Richie Building.
Thank you,
Professor Anginette Pompinos, PHD, Sexual Education Department”
Caleb rubbed his eyes and read the note again.
No way, he’d be able to go to this class and get demonstration blow jobs? And, whoa, assistant credit! That could put him at the top of his class. Not that he cared before, but this could literally change everything!
Getting a blowjob from that brunette was the best thing that ever happened to him! He quickly wrote an e-mail in the affirmative and sent if off. His cock was hard again, but he resisted touching himself this time. Didn’t want to desensitize himself and get stuck in front of the class with a blonde bobbing on his cock for the whole hour…
His hand reached down to grab his dick, but Caleb hesitated. Naw, if he wanted this credit, he’d be better off cumming too fast than he was not cumming at all and making the teacher or student or whoever look like a fool.
Caleb set his alarm and rolled over, sleep coming fast.
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The next day, after his morning routine (And desperately trying to ignore the constant hard-on he’d had since he woke up), Caleb got ready for his first day as a…teacher’s assistant? Volunteer? The note seemed to indicate a bit of both.
This was going to be the easiest credit he’d ever earned.
The N. Richie Building was just past the Cafeteria building and was nestled between some pretty spiraling trees, the actual names of which escaped him. Rich people planted them as yard decor, mostly. He walked in and meandered his way past gaggles of pretty girls and a few guys who fell into two categories-oddly effeminate and hyper-masculine.
“Oh my god, Chad,” One of the more effeminate men, a lithe blonde guy with a nice ass, was commenting as he walked past, “I am so glad they let Himbo Academy guys attend lectures!”
The other man, whom Caleb presumed to be Chad, a handsome guy with a square jaw and pecs that could crack walnuts, just smiled and shrugged. He was clearly too cool to care. He did pat the blonde guy’s ass, which weirded Caleb out, but he supposed gay guys would be attending blowjob classes.
Caleb groaned. HE was attending a blowjob class. What would everyone think of HIM?
But no, Caleb told himself. They’d wanted volunteers to demonstrate on. There would be no way he’d actually have some guy sucking him off. He shivered. But if a guy did…would he accept it, knowing that a girl would be next in line? Or ten girls? Getting a blowjob wasn’t inherently gay, anyways.
He entered the auditorium. It felt both large and small. Chairs and desks were ringed around a central pit where the teacher, a lovely middle aged Italian woman, was prepping a camera and a video screen. The desks were filled with hot chicks-with a few guys sprinkled here and there. Caleb groaned, even though he kinda expected that. It was 85% chicks anyways, so he had good odds.
Prof. Pompinos was passing out some kind of rubber tube to students, who took them back to their seats. Her eyes lit up with delight, a smile curling on her plump lips as she saw him walk down the steps. She held out a hand.
“Mr. Meyers, I’m so glad you’ve decided to volunteer!” Prof. Pompinos’ voice was sultry and had a peppery Italian inflection to it. Caleb shook her hand and smiled, trying to stay casual, but man, this lady was a MILF!
“Pleasures all mine.” Caleb smirked.
“Oh, no, not in this class.” Prof. Pompinos eyes hardened a bit. “This class is mostly about pleasing others. I expect my assistants to participate.”
Caleb glanced around, feeling nervous. “Um, I was kinda thinking I’d just-”
“That you’d just be sitting here getting blown for a credit?” Prof Pompinos snorted. “Please. Take your phallus and have a seat.”
Caleb stared down at the rubbery object, finally close enough to get a good look at it. It was a nine-inch schlong, complete with testicles and scrotum. The feel of it was distractingly realistic, the sac soft and stretchy, balls clearly attached internally, and the cock firm, but not unrealistically stiff. He was holding a perfectly made erect cock, It even had a foreskin.
His first thought was to throw it across the room and run for the door. In fact, that was what he was about to do when Prof Pompinos caught his elbow. She firmly dragged him to the chair.
“You will stay for this class, Mr. Meyers.” Prof Pompinos’ pretty eyes narrowed, “Or I will make some calls. Understand?”
“I’m not gay!” Caleb hissed through clenched teeth, glancing around so no one could hear him. “I didn’t sign up for sucking a fake cock!”
“It is a penis, Mr. Meyers. And a fake one at that. Follow my instructions and you’ll make it through the day. A blowjob has never hurt anyone.”
“Tell that to Clinton.” Caleb muttered sullenly.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Good.” Professor Pompinos’ voice rose as she turned to address the class. “Welcome all of you! Today we will be going over the basics. After that, we have a special surprise for everyone.”
There was happy chattering between the girls. A few of the guys were idly playing with their cocks. The fake ones, mostly, though Caleb could see at least three guys with hands in their pants. Professor Pompinos allowed the happy chatter to continue before she turned on her videos and Caleb found himself staring…at himself on the display, looking nonplussed.
“Class, this is Caleb. He’s going to demonstrate for us today. Now Caleb, have you ever performed fellatio before?”
Caleb swallowed. “No.”
There were some titters from the students. He blushed.
“Why don’t you give it a shot?”
Caleb stared at the faux-cock in his hand numbly. There was a faint smell to it, one Caleb couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was fake, no point in making a big deal out of it. The longer he stared at it, the worse he felt. Might as well get it over with.
He lifted the tip of the cock to his lips and stuck it in his mouth like a hotdog. His hand moved, trying not to think about the feeling of the veins. As the thought crossed his mind, he gagged.
“Stop!” Prof. Pompinos waited for Caleb to remove the faux-penis from his mouth. “Class, what did he do wrong?”
“Tcha, like, everything.” A hot blonde in the front said, rolling her eyes. “Like, what are you even doing? Eating a hotdog?”
The class laughed. A couple girls made choking gestures with their fingers and laughed at him. Caleb went red and sank into his chair.
Prof. Pompinos slapped her hand on her desk and the class went silent.
“Enough. This is a serious class. We do not mock people, Ms. Steiner! Especially beginners.” Prof. Pompinos turned her glare on Caleb. “Mr. Meyers, you’ve had fellatio performed on you before, right?”
Caleb nodded.
“Did they choke it down like a hot dog?”
“N-no.” Caleb cleared his throat. “No, Professor.”
“No. Take your memories back to yesterday when Chrissie over there sucked you off, and imitate her form and technique.”
Caleb stared at the penis in his hand. “It’s, uh, got weird skin on the tip.”
A few stray titters echoed in the lecture hall. A glare from Professor Pompinos silenced them.
“Americans.” Prof Pompinos rolled her eyes. “That is a foreskin. Gently nibble it, run your tongue around the edges, under the skin. Well, go on, demonstrate!”
Caleb sighed and did as he was told. He gently nibbled the tip, rolled his tongue around the foreskin, then gently pulled it back.
The rest of the class was following along with their own cocks as Prof. Pompinos continued her lecture. Caleb found it much easier to simply follow the instructions. After a few pointers on tongue motions (“Do a figure 8 on the frenulum…that’s the place beneath the head, Caleb”), she began going through hand placement.
“Fondle the balls, gently-gently, Sabrina!-squeeze them.” That earned Prof. Pompinos a few laughs. She smiled politely. “Now, today we’re going to focus on rhythm, understanding your partner and knowing when to switch up.”
Caleb found himself bobbing and switching his hands, miming fingering an anus. He’d felt silly and very self-aware at first, but it was just a class. If sucking on a dildo for two hours was all he needed to do, he’d be fine.
They’d just gone through deep throating, where they were supposed to relax their throat and kind of swallow the tip as it hit the back of the throat, when Professor Pompinos clapped her hands.
“Okay! Time to get with a study partner!” Prof. Pompinos smiled and held up a hand as the students began moving around. “But before you do that, I’m pleased to announce that today is a very special day, as we have a few boys from Bracken’s University and the Himbo Institute of Calisthenics here today as guests! Give them a hand!”
The class erupted into happy applause, girls squealing, as handsome men-some clearly swimmers, some football players, even some heavy lifting linebackers with beards-filed in one at a time. Professor Pompinos paired them up one at a time. Caleb was still holding a dildo when Prof Pompinos gently shoved a handsome young man with a beard and thick muscles over to him. He wasn’t fat, but clearly not toned like some of the others.
Caleb stared at the guy. “Uh, hi…”
“I’m Beau.” The guy said, voice deep with a light country twang. “Wrestling team.”
Professor Pompinos clapped her hands. “Okay, every get finished acquainting yourselves. We have an hour left, so half hour for each partner. My class will be practicing fellatio, these handsome guests will be practicing cunnilingus.”
“Uh…” Caleb glanced at Beau, who smiled sweetly. “I’m a guy. Will cunnilingus be a problem?”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Beau shrugged. “Want my number? Maybe we can get together after class…”
Caleb was floored. “Uh, I’m not really into guys.”
Beau raised a heavy brow. “Uh, why take a fellatio class then?”
Caleb blushed. “Not what I thought it was.”
“Oh.” Caleb could tell Beau was trying his best not to laugh. “You really do belong here then. Don’t worry, you please me and I’ll please you.”
Beau pulled down his athletic shorts and his thick cock sprang out. It was almost identical to the faux-cock he’d received for practice. There was also a faint aroma the other had was here, and Caleb identified it as musk-Beau's musk, specifically. Caleb swallowed and shot a look at Professor Pompinos. She raised a brow and made a ‘get to it’ gesture.
“It’s a penis, Mr. Meyers. You have one too. Get to work, show the class what you’ve learned.”
“Hey man,” Beau whispered, working his cock to keep it hard. “Just, uh, pretend it’s like the one you were just practicing with.”
“Y-you saw that?” Caleb blushed.
Beau smiled, emerald green eyes making Caleb feel odd. “Yeah. Come on, we only have twenty five minutes. Make ‘em count.”
Caleb got down on his knees, staring at the thick dick waving in the air in front of him. One hand shakily came up and began to fondle Beau's nuts-testicles, Caleb corrected. His testes. Keep it clinical. Distance yourself and you’ll be fine.
“That’s it.” Beau softly encouraged.
Caleb leaned forward, catching a whiff of musk and almost recoiling until he realized it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and nibbled at the jock’s foreskin. He twirled his tongue under that foreskin, switching his hands around, another hand reaching up, fingering Beau's asshole gently, teasing it.
Beau moaned and Caleb felt something sweet and sticky coat his lips. He tried not to think too much about how hard he still was, despite everything, and gently peeled back the foreskin. He began to bob, enjoying the taste of the real deal. It was warmer, too, which he appreciated.
He wasn’t expecting Beau to buck and shove the cock straight back into his throat. He gagged slightly, tried to back off, but he felt Beau's hand press him firmly against the base of his dick, right into his muskier pubes.
Caleb inhaled, the scent of Beaus pubes calming him, and relaxed his throat, letting that thick tip down and began to swallow, using his fingers to tease at Beau's balls. His finger managed to slide in to the wrestler’s pucker and Caleb dutifully began curling his finger in a come-hither gesture as he was taught.
Something warm began to trickle down his throat. The big jock’s hand relented and Caleb pulled back, gasping for air, then the hand slammed him back down again. Caleb started bobbing again, letting Beau's hand pressure dictate the pace. His hair fell into his eyes and he had to brush it back behind his ear.
Beau started bucking his hips and Caleb kept up the pace, enjoying the squelch of the cock in his mouth, savoring the precum. His hair fell in his eyes again and Caleb took his hand off Beau’s ball-sack to push it back behind his ear again.
“Don’t worry, I gotcha.” Beau muttered, and Caleb felt his hair-longer than he thought it had been this morning-get pulled back. There was a snap of a rubber-band and the strands of hair no longer fell in Caleb’s face.
Caleb felt that big hand tighten on his ponytail and managed a quick breath before Beau slammed him repeatedly into his pubes, one deep throat after the other. Caleb had learned quick and leaned into it.
“I-” Beau huffed. “I’m gonna…”
The pressure on Caleb’s head lifted. He could back up and let Beau cum on him, but that would be messy. He might actually get kicked out of his assistant position if he pulled that! Caleb bobbed faster, tongue twirling.
Beau shoved forward and Caleb felt his cock pulse and tasted semen on his tongue. It was odd, faintly chemical, and he wanted to spit it out, but he did as he was taught. It pulsed three or four times, Caleb managing to catch it all. At least three tablespoons, he estimated, based on the size of Beau’s balls.
He swished it in his mouth and swallowed it, running his tongue along Beau’s meatstick to ensure it was cleaned.
“And time!” Prof Pompinos clicked her watch. “Alright, switch!”
Caleb panted and Beau helped him up, that gentle smile on his face. Caleb’s heart fluttered, staring up into the kind eyes of the larger man. Beau pulled down Caleb’s pants and helped him back in his chair.
Prof. Pompinos walked over and adjusted the camera so it centered on Caleb’s penis. Caleb frowned, thinking there might be something wrong with the camera. His pubic hair was gone-not even stubble remained. There was something off about his penis, though it still throbbed merrily erect on screen.
“Twenty five minutes, boys.” Prof Pompinos warned.
“Done in ten.” Beau smirked up at Caleb and his stomach flip-flopped.
He felt oddly vulnerable, sitting in the chair, exposed. Beau grabbed his thighs and spread them. The wrestler bent down, his beard tickling Caleb’s scrotum, and gently licked the head of his dick.
Caleb hissed, toes curling. Way too sensitive!
The big man smiled and placed his finger under Caleb’s balls, and began rubbing, pressing firmly against the skin just underneath his balls in slow, steady strokes. Caleb huffed in pleasure. He had no idea what Beau was stroking down there but it felt good!
“Like that?” Beau asked.
Caleb closed his eyes and nodded, enjoying the firm strokes on his taint.
Beau turned his head and began suckling on Caleb’s balls, one at a time. Caleb let out a breath and spread his legs a bit, giving the wrestler better access. The big jock started licking the folds of Caleb’s nut-sack, making his whole groin feel oddly moist. His other hand encircled Caleb’s dick and the thumb pressed and rubbed firmly on the tip of his cock.
Caleb’s nipples went rock hard. Caleb felt his hands go straight to them, rubbing them, sending little shocks of pleasure through him, and then he twisted them, pulling them. Each twist was a jolt to his groin.
Beau didn’t stop firmly fingering Caleb’s taint, running that finger smoothly into the base of his testicles, back and forth, beard tickling Caleb’s thighs, bristly hair rubbing his cock, tonguing and nibbling and sucking at his scrotum.
“Aw fuck,” Caleb groaned. “Just like that big bear.”
Beau growled playfully into Caleb’s scrotum sending pleasurable vibrations through him.
Caleb relaxed and spread his legs wider, the big jock shoving forward suckling and teasing, thumb heavy on the tip of Caleb’s dick, finger stroking slowly and relentlessly, and Caleb felt something build deep within him. Not in his testicles, like normal, but further in.
“Oh,” Caleb gasped. “Oh god…”
Another growl, more pleasurable vibrations.
Caleb looked down, seeing the thick handsome jock’s bearded face grinning playfully up at him, green eyes sparkling. He had the weirdest thought about wanting the big wrestler between his legs inside of him. Caleb let go of one of his nipples and caressed the back of the country boy’s head, encouraging him.
The digit between his legs didn’t stop teasing him with firm, relentless strokes. The thumb rubbed his head, the sucking and nibbling unceasing. He couldn’t stop the pleasure that was welling up in him, washing through him. He’d never felt this way before, no one had ever gotten him so overwhelmed like this.
“Beau,” Caleb swallowed, Beau, I’m…”
The handsome jock didn’t relent and Caleb felt the pleasure swell inside him, well up into a crescendo, his toes curling. He knew Beau wouldn’t stop until he came. Caleb gripped the wrestler’s hair as he came, the pleasure like an explosion in his groin that rippled through him from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
Oddly, though his cock pulsed and twitched, the splatter was more liquid and runny than the white globs Caleb was used to. It still splattered against Beau’s face, but the bear happily lapped it up.
Caleb sagged in his chair, panting.
“Ten minutes.” Beau grinned up at Professor Pompinos and gave Caleb a wink. “Just like I said.”
Caleb wondered what that was all about, but was too exhausted and satisfied to care. He felt Beau shove something into his pocket. And raised a brow.
“My number.” Beau smiled. “You’re gonna be perfect.”
Class was dismissed ten minutes later. Caleb had been the first one to experience…release, as Prof Pompinos called it. Still, the class finished ten minutes early. Caleb smiled shyly at Beau and fingered the piece of paper in his pocket as Beau shuffled out of the room.
“Mr. Meyers? Earth to Mr. Meyers?” Prof. Pompinos said.
Caleb glanced up. “What?”
“Good job today. See you next week. Same time. Are you fine with your assigned partner or would you like a different one?”
Caleb blinked. “I, uh…”
Prof. Pompinos smiled. “I told you it wouldn’t be so bad. All you have to do is give it a try. I’ll call admissions and make sure they give you credit.”
Caleb nodded and stumbled out of the building in daze, still wondering what had happened.