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... "
Continuing to pet and stroke me, she turned back to the young ladies. "Reflect on the fact that his excitement is thanks to you! Don't stop rubbing him though. As you look at his manly bulge, tell him you like touching him. Tell him you are amazed at what you can feel, that it's hot. Tell him he's sexy. Tell him you like looking at his bulging erection, especially when you can touch it too.
"And also tell him that you are going to take care of him, that you are his pretty girl and is at his command."
Hot young Jodie was standing in the front of the class. I took this time to look her up and down and really enjoy her beauty. She looked a bit shy, but returned my gaze bravely.
I wanted her mouth on my cock. I intensely wanted to fuck that pretty 18 year old mouth. I couldn't look away for a moment.
The whole world seemed to disappear for those moments as I imagined holding her by the back of her head, with one hand under her chin, and fucking her beautiful mouth.
I looked at her hands, too, and sized them up, confirming they would no doubt only reach part way around my cock. The thought of that delicate pair of hands around my hard cock, cupping my balls, lightly scratching under my nuts with those short nails, made it twitch pleasantly. The thought of making Jodie blush, and cum, made me smile.
Sara continued. "Ladies, there is a chance this boy will be excited enough just with this activity, especially if he likes what you're saying and doing at the same time. He may ejaculate into his underwear right then! If he does this -- if he starts grunting and flexing against your hand and cumming, don't stop rubbing him. Vigorously rub him. Rub his hard sexy penis through his straining pants; it will increase and enhance his pleasure. Take your other hand and rub his balls.
"He might even hump your pretty hands in his excitement. You wanna talk about hot? Just watch a boy lose control in your hands... now THAT's sexy!"
The girls were totally silent. Their excitement was hanging in the air like ripe, sexy young breasts. I looked at each sweet face. My cock was crying for their gentle girlish touches through my pants as Sara continued to tease me.
I stole another glance at Jodie, standing there at the front of the class. I again thought about what a perfect cock sucker she'd make, how much of a privilege and pleasure it would be to fuck her pretty mouth, to teach her how to deep throat, to instruct her in the fine art of cock sucking a handsome gentleman such as myself.
She would excel at the nuances and refined techniques of the classy young girl aspiring to bedroom whoredom.
I was hard enough under my own tight jeans, I could have cum in just the way Sara had been describing. And she knew it.
She looked at me slyly and grinned. She looked at Jodie, then back at me -- indicating her awareness of my lust for the blond student.
"Jodie, have you noticed how much my husband is checking you out? He's quite smitten with you, and rightly so. As I stroke him, he looks longingly at you -- at your pretty face, your hot body, your delicate hands. I imagine he is thinking about your hands and how, soon, they will be pleasuring him."
Jodie smiled shyly, blushing. While Sara looked me in the eyes, she said in a steady, throaty, sexy voice, "As you can see, our subject is very, very excited. He has been enjoying looking at Jodie, and all of you as well. Haven't you, my sweet stud?"
I nodded while never taking my eyes off Jodie's exquisite face and body.
She patted my nuts lightly, a very pleasant feeling. "Can you see his erection through his pants, girls?"
