"Ready for Masturbation 101?" joked Ollie, the Latino gang banger was on year 4 of 35 and his real name was Alejandro.
"Whatever," shrugged his cell mate Kevin trying to look nonchalant.
"You may tell yourself you're going to learn masturbation, but you boys are really going to learn how to take it up the ass and like it," snarled Chuck. He was a lot like Chad, which shouldn't be a surprise as he was Chad's uncle. The guy had been a real playah like Chad until he got put away for ten years for raping a woman. In jail, he was a top dawg - that is he topped most of his fellow inmates. He scratched his balls. "You know my nephew goes to this school. His like MVP and quarterback, and he fucks a new girl least ways once a week."
"Sounds like he might end up in here with us. You gonna bottom for him?" Ollie asked with a grin.
"Hey, that boy ends up in here, I'll be the first one mounting him," he joked. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and half-whispered, "He does have a nice tight ass."
"All right, you guys, straighten up," ordered the guard, "The warden approved you 15 men to undergo Sex Ed Training at the night school, so be on your best behavior. It's a privilege not a right, and we'll be there watching you."
"Oh, you like to watch, don't you?" said Chuck with a grin and wink.
"Har, har, always the comedian. Anyway, your teacher Miss Trewel won't be taking any of that guff, she's a lady, so mind your manners,and hands off the teacher," snapped the guard.
Chuck rolled his eyes, and whispered to Ollie, "Not a chance of that happening, Chad wrote me about Miss Trewel, and I haven't been locked up long enough to want that shriveled up old tail."
"Chuck, you want to skip this field trip?"
"No, sir," Chuck said sitting up straight.
"Then less lip."
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, well the warden wants you looking your best tonight, so hit the showers. New uniforms will be waiting on your bunks when you get back. Now strip, and dump the dirty clothes in the bins."
It was at this point that Chad woke up in the locker room as a dummy.
Four hours later, the prison bus pulled up with it's load of four guards and 15 prisoners.
They drove across the campus and stopped right outside the Science Building. Chad was impaled on the stand rolled up to the window and he watched as the bus pulled up. He was still gagged with his own penis as Rick had left him. He had gotten so used to it that he no longer seemed to notice it. The reality of what awaited him as the sex ed dummy struck him as he saw the men in the orange jumpsuits step off the bus. Everyone seemed to be sporting a chubby. Damn, no, Uncle Chuck!
"Unca Chuck!" he shouted into his gag.
"Oh, the prisoners are here for their class. The warden told me most of them have been locked up for at least four years, so you should get a lot of use tonight. You remember when you took your 18 and over class, we made you learn how to put condoms on another dick? Well, this adult class is a lot more advanced and you will get pretty messy before it's done," laughed Miss Trewel.
There was a knock at the door.
"Miss Trewel?" called the guard.
"Yes, Sergeant Rafferty?" she said opening the door.
"Your next class is here."
"Send them in."
As the prisoners filed in, one of the guards unlocked the chains shackling them together.
"Please take a seat gentlemen," she instructed.
"Now some of you are probably snickering about being in a sex ed class, but I want to assure you that you will learn some things you don't already know about gay sex."
"What I don't know about gay sex only involves lesbians," joked Ollie.
"I sincerely doubt that. But this will be a practical class, you will learn the proper way to mount a man, so that you don't injure him, and if you do it right, he will enjoy it."
Snickering ensued.
"You are the most violent and sexually menancing men in Cell Block 3," Miss Trewel said.
"Thank you, ma'am, kind of you to say so," said Chuck in a smarmy tone.
"You're welcome. Cell Blocks 2 and 1 have both been through my class. Since the class, violence and injuries in those cell blocks are down 80% from usual."
"Ooh, does that mean their sexual activity is down?" Ollie asked.
"I doubt it. But the warden's not getting any complaints, so I expect that they're doing it better."
"Nobody does it better than me," Chuck said proudly.
"Fine. Since you're the best let's see what you know. Please come up to the front of the class and tell me your name."
"Chuck Masterston," he said, "But you can call me Charles."
"Right, Chuckie, let's see your knowledge. Go wheel that dummy over here."
"Can't I use one of these dummies?" he asked pointing at the class.
"Only if you show you know what you're talking about with the rubber dummy first."
"Hey, big guy, what's your name? Oh, I see you're sucking cock right now, you can tell me later," Chuck said as he wheeled Chad to the front of the classroom.
"First off, how many of you are familiar with animatronic dummies?" she asked no one raised their hands, "Well, they are partly robotic. They have limited speech patterns and move slightly to simulate a human being, and make the experience with the dummy more pleasurable. This is an animatronic dummy, and I am afraid one of the high school students left his dick in his mouth. Chuck, could you take it out, and show me where the dick belongs on the dummy?"
Chuck pulled the cock out of Chad's rubber mouth with a plopping sound. Someone giggled as he held the cock, put his hand to his mouth as he studied the rubber dummy trying to figure out where to stick the dick.
"Aha!" Chuck exclaimed. He pulled the dummy off the stand that was impaling Chad's ass, and shoved the dildo up his rubber butt. Adding, "The dick belongs in the dummy's ass."
"And does your dick go up your ass, Charles?" the teacher asked.
"No dick goes up my ass. After all it is better to give than to receive."
"Hey, Chuck, is that your nephew Chad?"
"Huh?"
"Somebody wrote Chad on the dummy, is that your nephew?"
Chuck looked at Chad, and said, "Kind of looks like him, now that you mention it." He pulled the dick out of Chad's ass, and looked at it. "Nope not my nephew's. His is bigger."
"I doubt that," said Miss Trewel with a smirk, "Your nephew is Chad Masterston? I had him in my adult class, and I'd say his was the same size as the dummy's. I think he even measured it."
"Oh, not your fault, Chuck, your nephew just must stuff some socks in his jock to make him look bigger," chortled Ollie.
Irritated, Chuck slammed the penis and balls back into the slot between Chad's legs where it belonged. Then he impaled Chad back on the stand. "It goes here. Now do I get a gold star, Miss Trewel?"
"Well it's not exactly a gold star?" she said handing Chuck a gold foil packet, "Put this condom on, and then demonstrate to the class the proper way to mount a man using Chad."
"Do you have to call him Chad?"
"Sorry, that's the name that somebody wrote on him, and we've been calling him that all year," she said snidely.
"Okay, ma'am," Chuck said. Then lifting the dummy off the stand, Chuck sat on the stool at the front of the class and set Chad on his knee. The dummy was fairly light weight. Chad was freaking. He was sitting on his uncle's lap like he was as a little kid, except he was grown man, and naked now. Chuck was only ten or twelve years older than Chad.
"So, uh, hi. You're new here aren't you boy? My name is Chuck, and I think you look fine," Chuck said holding Chad tightly around the waist with one hand, while the other felt up Chad's smooth plastic shoulders and chest. "What's your name?"
"Chuck, nuh, me, Chud Dummy, Nuh," was all Chad managed to say with his limited vocal chip.
Chuck laughed nervously, "He said my name and Chad's?"
"Yes, that's what animatronics do. Now continue with your demonstration, Charles," Miss Trewel instructed.