Chapter 2: Absolute Beginners
The Big Day
On the morning of the first day of Hand Job class, Sara told me to wear tight jeans, the profile-enhancing silk pouch briefs she'd gotten me, and a tight t-shirt. "These girls will be shown what to look for when it comes to checking out a guy's crotch, how to size you up.
"I am going to get you good and hard and have them check you out," she whispered while petting my cock through my jeans. I grinned and shook my head. She said, "You love it, don't lie."
As she cupped my balls in her hand through my pants, I whispered, "I sure do, sweetheart."
She deftly unzipped me, and we kissed as she jacked me off. I fondled her breasts, making her cum just from pinching her nipples. In a few minutes of kissing and expert jacking, her hand sped up to maximum speed. My balls danced and swayed heavily as she brought me to another superb orgasm.
I shot long strands of my warm white seed onto her chest and neck as I bucked against her hand, fucking it as if it were a pussy. "Wow, what a big stud you are," she purred, "I love it when you shoot your cum on me, master. I bet the girls will love it too, especially Jodie. They will all get wet just seeing your big cock in your tight sexy jeans. Mmmm."
Sara knows me all too well. I love having a woman's eyes fall on my manly bulge, and continue to enjoy the memory of such stolen glances I've witnessed with strangers, casual acquaintances and my own girlfriends.
We kissed at the front door and she was off to classes. I would show up during 4th period for my first day as a hand job model.
When I arrived, the girls were flushed with excitement. As a warm up, Sara had shown a compilation tape of porn hand jobs. Now the girls were practically panting. As I -- their first real living and breathing male subject -- entered the room, their eyes moved down my athletic physique and to the marked lump in my pants. The scrutiny proved stimulating.
"Honey, come and have a seat here on my desk while I go over a few things," Sara said.
I sat with my legs askew on the desk. Sara went over procedures and rules - like no kissing, no oral contact, things like that. To my delight, she came closer and cupped my balls and petted them as she spoke.
"Class," she said studiously, "I am now petting my handsome husband. You can see I am petting and gently clutching and squeezing him through his pants. Can you tell how much he likes it?"
The girls answered with hushed breathing. They were dripping with excitement. I could almost smell it in the air.
Sara teased out my cock to a rigid upright shaft under the jeans. While she did this, I sat back and watched the girls, who all had their eyes on my crotch. They weren't listening very carefully. But Sara and I had conferred earlier and she knew I'd keep the young ladies in line.
I gazed over the class, and not one of the students was a plain jane. Every one of them was gorgeous, and they only had eyes for me. What a dream come true.
When Sara asked for volunteers for the first part of the demonstration, three or four girls raised their hands. There was one particularly sweet and sexy blond with short bobbed hair and a pixy face.
It was Sara's star student, Jodie.
She was everything that Sara had said she was - and more.
Jodie was the just-18 year old cheerleader who Sara had talked about extensively while jacking me off. She was very popular with the boys in school, and not surprisingly she had been the subject of a few breathy comments by a couple of male teachers.
Her face alone, for a man like me who loves sexy faces, was enough to make me hard on first site. If I had not already been hard, she would have made me so. As it was, she just made me harder.
Exquisite, with fine features and a regal demeanor, Jodie was what the poets search for -- a muse, a thing of beauty, animated by life and curiosity. Helen of Troy had nothing on her.
Put another way, Jodie was one fine little piece of ass. The best part about it was that I was about to get a hand job from this muse. What could be better than this?
Sara picked Jodie, of course, and asked her to make her way to the front of the class. I gazed at Jodie's arched back, perfect, smallish tits, and long slender legs. From this angle she looked to have a mouth-watering ass.
"Now, class," Sara lectured, "before beginning to masturbate a boy, you will probably engage in some form of petting, just like I was doing earlier. Petting is touching each other through your clothes."
The girls sat enthralled as Sara spun her tale. "A boy likes to be touched, fondled. And I'm sure you do too: maybe what you really want is to have the boy's hand touch your breast, your sweet nipples, the nape of your neck, the cleft of your vagina as your clitoris pushes insistently against your pretty panties and tight jeans. How about it girls? Think of the most handsome boy -- or man -- you've ever seen, and imagine him stroking your private areas with his strong, masculine hands as you lie back and kiss him.
"Imagine my husband with his hands on your breasts, pinching, pulling on, even kissing your nipples." She spoke more quietly now, "Now imagine him pinching your nipples while you stroke his massive cock! Imagine feeling his sperm drenching your pretty necks and faces as he brings you to your own orgasm at the same time!"
Sara really knows how to talk sexy. The girls were squirming in their seats, and the erotic tension began to grow. Her voice got quieter and more intense. "But let's not get too far ahead of ourselves! You may, for instance, feel the boy's erect penis throbbing and bolt upright through his pants, and be able to grab the rigid shaft quite easily through his jeans."
As this point, Sara gripped my upright hard-on and showed them how pronounced it was under my jeans.
"If you can feel and see it, like we can my husband here, then move your hand up and down as if he had no clothes on at all. Just like this, up and down, up and down." I was really enjoying this.
"At this point, you may want to look at his crotch, if you aren't in complete darkness!" The girls laughed. "The site of a boy's erection through his pants can be quite a thing to see, ladies. Take a moment to enjoy the view.
"See ladies how my husband is hard and long and pushing against his pants? This poor man needs your immediate services! He needs a pretty and obedient girl! Someone to take care of him. Poor dear... "
