The Arts of Erotica Academy

I attended The Arts of Erotica Boarding School for Boys. Upon graduation we had learned everything about the sexuality of men and women, and we were ready to pass on--but we weren't expecting our "exam."

We had all gathered to our meeting in the gym. We sat in the seats and watched as many men and women entered the room at the "stage." Their ages varied from just our age--about 18--to 40 years old. Some were muscular, some were average, some were a little obese; all different races, all different sizes; there was pretty much the center of diversity crowding among the stage to face us. It was all very unusual, but the explanation was announced by our principal soon, and it was the most of unexpected.

"Students, this is your final test. At this meeting, we will determine your sexuality--straight, bisexual, or homosexual--and then we will ensure that you are prepared for a dominating form of entertainment in the country--sex."

I couldn't believe it! I expected to study sex at this academy, but I didn't think we'd actually experience it!

"What you see before you," he continued, "is a collection of various people that you may have taste for. These are our models, and we will test each of you to see from which model you will become sexually aroused--erected. Do not be afraid of being gay or bi. It is perfectly normal."

We made our way from the stands to the stage, and each of the models stripped. We walked among the models, and then I saw him. The perfect one. I not only got erected, I was out of control! I jumped on the man, who was unprepared and fell over. He was Caucasian, and had giant muscles. He was sweating, so when I felt him he was warm and smooth, yet he was a bear, so I rubbed my face against his chest hair. His dick immediately became rock hard, and it must've been a good nine inches, and about seven inches around thick. I lunged for it, and took a good sucking. I jammed it up my throat as far as I could, and immediately cum shot out warm against my neck. But he wasn't done; he stayed hard. 

Again and again I jammed him and he loaded me repeatedly. We did this for a full five minutes uninterrupted. The principal seemed to be enjoying watching us. Then I went for the big one: I jammed so hard I brought it all the way up to the root, and the pubic hair rested against my forehead. Cum shot everywhere. All of a sudden he seemed to cooperate, and picked my body up with his strong bod. He then thrust my dick up his ass, and so hard it knocked his dick from my throat! I joyfully loaded cum up him, and repeated. I had a lot in me. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of Heaven, he released. But it wasn't over yet. He jammed me into the wall and--yes--he sucked mine! I felt as he went for the root, and I loaded every last ounce of cum I had into him.

Then, gradually, he released. I relaxed, I was through it.

I graduated that day, and received an award for my "outstanding performance!" As for that muscle bod I talked about? He--his name is Joe, and he used to be in the army, so he got fucked plenty before--now lives with me in my apartment, and we fuck as hard as we did graduation--only every day.