One minute I’m asking my human sexuality professor for extra credit, and the next thing I know I’m naked and restrained in stirrups for the entire lecture hall to see. My professor chose me to be his hands-on guinea pig to demonstrate how hormones can affect sexuality—but I didn’t know about it until an hour ago.
After giving the class an excruciatingly sensual crash course in my anatomy, he looks out to the crowd. “Does anybody want to show us how to please this trans boy as if he were a sexual partner?”
From my position on the medical table, I can only see half of my classmates. A group of seemingly straight guys rub at the bulges growing in their pants. A few girls point toward me and snicker with each other. A quiet boy tries to discreetly film the lesson.
“Ah, you there! Why don’t you come on down and show your peers how it’s done?” says my professor.
Oh god, I think to myself. Who the hell could it be? From the steadiness of their walk, I can tell this classmate of mine is confident. When I see a face pop into my periphery, all the color drains from my face. Shit. It’s the handsome bi boy I’ve had my eye on all semester.
We make eye contact and he smiles at me. It’s smug, but with just enough gentleness to keep me from panicking. “Shh, I know,” he coos at me.
I see another figure: my professor. “Hey bud,” he whispers to my crush. “If you can bring this kid to orgasm, I’d drop your lowest test grade, understand?” The boy nods.
I can’t believe it. The boy I’ve seen around campus for the last semester, who I tried and failed to stalk on Instagram, who I could’ve sworn winked at me in the quad last week, just volunteered to sexually humiliate me in front of our entire class. I don’t know if I should be crying in shame or moaning in arousal.
“Well, champ? What’ll be your tool of choice?” My professor opens a drawer to reveal several different sex toys—he is a sexuality professor, after all.
The beautiful boy eyes me, my body, and the toys. After a bit of pondering, he chooses a large vibrating wand. “Sir, your test subject here seems like he’d be into something like this.”
He plugs in the toy and positions himself at my side. He places a strong hand on my upper chest, tracing along my top surgery scars and rubbing my torso affectionately. A hear a few boys whoop in encouragement before he clicks the vibrator onto its lowest setting.
His gaze is relentless and he never takes his eyes off of me. When the vibe first makes contact with my clit, I try my hardest to keep a straight face. I succeed until the boy begins circling all around my tdick with the wand’s head. My heart starts racing and the boy notices.
“Sir, I think he’s starting to produce some arousal fluids.” He then turns to me and rubs my lower belly. “You got this, buddy. You’re doing really well for me.” I hear the vibe click up another level.
Now, my chest rises and falls frantically. My breaths are mixed with stifled moans and my hips unintentionally gyrate against the head of the vibrator. As my reactions gets more desperate, the boy turns up the vibe’s intensity and leans down to whisper sweet things into my ear: shh, sweet boy. I’ve got you and are you close? Are you gonna cum for me? and You’re putting on such a good show for them, I can see so many guys jerking off. You’re their wet dream.
I try my hardest to avoiding orgasm, but there’s only so much a boy can take. I writhe and whimper on the table as more students openly touch themselves and hold out their phones to get videos. What ultimately sends me over the edge is lowering my gaze to the crotch of the boy’s grey sweatpants and seeing his bulge twitch and form a dark wet spot on the fabric. My body can’t take it any more and I reach out for his hand.
“Fuck—fuck! I’m gonna.. gonna… cum!” My hips buck against the toy rapidly, riding out the orgasm I’ve been trying to hard to keep from happening. My muscles tense up as I come down from the high of this completely unpredicted lesson.
Professor gets the class’s attention: “Alright! Alright! Can I please get a round of applause for your two brave volunteers? That’s how it’s done, boys!”
Once the fervent cheering subsides and students are filing out of the room, the beautiful boy unstraps my legs and helps me to get dressed in my state of post-orgasmic haziness. I watch as he guides my arms and legs into the holes of my pants and shirt.
As I get ready to leave to head home, he catches up to me. “Hold up! Hey!” I turn around, realizing he’s talking to me. “Do you have a pen? Or something to write with?” I rummage in my bag and hand him a marker. He grabs my arm and writes something on the back of my hand. “Come see me tonight,” he asks with a smile before running off.
I look at my hand and see that he wrote the room number of the dorm he lives in. Oh fuck, I think. Am I about to lose my virginity to this boy?
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