Matthew was stood by the photocopier waiting for the last of the pages to spill out. He collected them up and headed back to his classroom. The lesson was due to start in 20 minutes and he was almost ready. He only had one lesson a day, the rest of the day was 'drop-in time' which meant he was free for students to drop by if they wanted to talk or if they needed advice. He had been busy today and had to rush to prepare the room for today's lesson.
He was teaching a class this afternoon of 18 year olds from 6th form. Today was the start of the practical lessons. This always excited him. The classes for 6th form were optional and only lasted a few months, but he always had a rota of students on the waiting list. Once the students were over 17 and had returned in 6th form, Matthew had a whole new teaching method for them a couple of lessons into the course.
He had approached this school last year and offered his professionally trained services as a sexual advisor and counsellor. It was approved by the council as they were willing to try anything to decrease the teenage birth rates for the county. He use to work with couples that were trying to salvage their marriage, but he soon realised the root of their problems were usually always of a sexual nature. The husband never 'understood' what their partners wanted or how to give it to them and the wives were always 'too tired' for sex. It was while talking to his wife, Gina, that Matthew thought the only way to prevent this happening to more couples was to teach kids how to love and respect each others body while they were young and sex was still relatively new to them.
He had purposely decorated the classroom with posters on STD's and contraceptions. It kept all the other teachers away out of embarrassment and this meant he lesson times were safe. He had blacked out the window on the door to his classroom insisting it was for his 'patients privacy'. Which was true. He had pointed out that kids nowadays were too embarrassed to seek help if it meant other students would find out and tease them. He had also insisted that his students would not be mixed sex during his lessons 6th form lessons. One lesson for the boys and one for the girls. This was because girls and boys would feel more comfortable in a same sex environment when asking personal or sensitive questions as their thirst for knowledge on sex grew.
The bell rang signalling lesson changeover. His classroom was ready. At the front of the the room pushed against the wall, were four desks against each other forming a square. On top of the desks was a rolled out cushioned roll mat. In front of the desks were the chairs for the students, a foot apart from each other curved around the front of the desks for an obstructed view. Each of the students chairs had a bottle of water, a box of tissues and a few pieces of paper under it.
He could hear the students already outside the door. Today was the boys' lesson. He glanced at Gina, she was wearing a long silk robe that tied at the side and had a blindfold ready in her hand.
'OK, ready baby?' He asked her.
She grinned and kissed him on the lips. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation of what he was about to see. She walked to the stock room and closed the door behind her. He walked to the classroom door and opened it to find his students there waiting. He motioned them to enter the room. The filed in and looked for their usual desk to sit at while trying to figure out the arrangement of seats that they had become.
'Ok gentlemen, leave your bags by the far wall and find a seat at the front. Do not touch anything under your desk.' He watched as they casually dumped their bags and each sat in the arrangement of seats by the desk. He waited for them to quieten down.
'Now over the last few weeks we covered any questions you had and what, if any, sexual experiences you had all had.' When asking this last week Matthew was not surprised that some had none and some had had a few sexual partners. Yet none had really any experience of foreplay. Over the last few classes they had gained a trust for each other.
'Have a look at the papers I left under your chair.'
They all picked up the papers under the desk. The first was of a nude model with huge breasts. Her legs were open revealing her pussy.
As soon as they registered what they were seeing they started whistling and making comments. Matthew waited for them to calm down.
'Now, what you see is not real. Women don't all look like this. It makes them appear a just an object of sex. How many of you would want to have sex with a woman like this?' All hands shot into the air. They all laughed and Matthew did too, but because he knew how much they would change by the end of the course.
'OK, that's a typical response. The few of you that have had sex, did the woman look like this? They shook their heads.
'OK' next'. The next page was a nude male model with an huge erection. They did not make any comments but instead shifted in their seats uncomfortably.
'Now this is not a fair representation of a guy. How many of you look like him?' None of them spoke. 'It's OK, I don't either.' he smiled. 'This is the same misrepresentation as the picture before.'
'I think that it is paramount that you learn to live with what you have and to love it. Only you can help build your bond with your dick and it is loving your body and your partners body that will make you and your partner extremely happy, So today I have an assistant to help me.'
