6 comments/ 35921 views/ 12 favorites WVC Ch. 18: The Massage Class By: gupiao When I awoke the following morning, Sunday March 29th, I had a towering erection that refused to subside, even after I relieved my bladder. Looking at my bare butt in the mirror, I was surprised to see that for all the abuse I received from Erika and her assortment of whips and paddles (WVC Ch.17 -- Training #1), my ass cheeks barely glowed. As usual, when I checked my computer, I found another e-mail waiting for me. This one was from the German Department. "You are to serve as a teaching assistant to Professor Grigsby of the Physiology Department for a single class. Wednesday evening you are to report to Room 145 of the Biology Building at 6:45 PM. She will brief you once you arrive. Do not be late. You are to keep taking the blue diamond shaped pills until then, once in the morning and once in the evening, and continue to follow the regimen of the herbal supplements. Wear loose clothing with no underwear, but do not bring your leather cock strap or your collar. Give yourself a thorough enema before the class. And you are not allowed to ejaculate." This was certainly different, and I was intrigued. No accompanying Club member? No genital restraint? And who was Professor Grigsby? I spent all day Sunday recuperating from the training session, and attended my classes as usual for the first three days of the week. I realized that Wednesday was April Fool's Day, and I wondered if there was any significance in that. After an early dinner, I took a hot shower and gave myself a very thorough enema, wondering what that had to do with a physiology class. Pulling on a pair of thin sweat pants and a loose T-shirt, I left my dorm. Walking across campus to the darkened Biology Lab, I could feel my heavy cock swinging between my thighs with each step. With my cockhead rubbing against the soft cotton, it began to swell from constant stimulation. By the time I arrived at the Biology building, I was nearly fully erect, my stiff pole tenting the loose pants out in front me. I was just glad that the campus was mostly deserted. The door was unlocked and I let myself into the apparently empty building. Walking down the hall, I saw a light under the door to Room 145. A light knock produced no reply, so I pushed my way inside. The room was a small amphitheater, one that must have been used for lecture demonstrations. In the center of the raised platform, brilliantly lit by the overhead spotlights, stood a table covered by a white sheet. On that same platform, a slim brunette with her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail was waiting for me to make my way down to the front. Wearing a white cotton robe, she looked vaguely familiar. "Hello, Bill. It's good to see you again." It was Coach's friend, Louise. She was the one who had given me such a thorough massage (WVC Ch.11: The Pool Workout and Massage). Immediately, my cock twitched. She was smiling broadly as I mounted the platform, holding out her hand to shake mine. Her grip was firm, and I couldn't help but stare at the way her prominent breasts jiggled freely beneath the thin robe. The points of her long, erect nipples were quite obvious as they poked eagerly against the white cotton. "I'm delighted that you could help us out. Females are plentiful on campus, but finding a male to assist us has been a challenge." "I'm glad you think I could help, but I'm not sure how. What do you want me to do?" Her dark brown eyes sparkled as she answered. "We've been studying the muscular system while developing various massage techniques. The students have had ample opportunity to examine the female muscular structure and massage it, but they only have a book understanding of the male physique." I swallowed as she checked her watch. I could feel the blood beginning to flow below my waist, and the lump in the front of my sweat pants started to rise. Looking up, Professor Grigsby gestured toward a chair with a white robe draped over the back. "The students will be arriving shortly. Why don't you get out of those clothes and put on the robe? And then I'll review how I expect the class to proceed tonight." "I'm the male physique that they're going to examine?" "Well, sort of. Our emphasis has been more on practical application. While the six students, all girls of course, have developed a basic proficiency of massaging the female form, they have had no experience whatsoever with the male." "Oh." Her brown eyes dropped below my waist, studying the way my slowly engorging cock pressed the front of my sweat pants out. Blushing under her direct gaze, I crossed the stage in front of her, feeling the thickening log between my legs sway back and forth with each step. Just before I reached the chair with the robe, she asked. "Are you wearing a genital restraint?" My blush deepened as I shook my head and peeled off my t-shirt. "No Ma'am. I was told not to." Turning my back on her, I could feel her eyes bore into me as I stripped off the rest of my clothes, my thickened cock hanging down between my thighs. Tossing them onto the chair, I leaned over to retrieve the robe, very aware I was giving her clear view of my bare butt and probably my dangling log as well. Wrapping the soft cotton around me, I tightened the belt around my waist and looked down. My cockhead pressed against the thin material, the dark reddish color of the rounded knob faintly visible. I took a deep breath and faced Louise. Her dark brown eyes immediately dropped to the wobbling tent at my crotch as she resumed speaking. "Since there are more females available on campus, we've concentrated on the feminine form. Finding an appropriate male to be a massage subject for the class has been difficult." Still staring down at the twitching lump in my robe, she paused. "Are you sure you're not wearing any restraint?" I blushed under her unwavering gaze. "No Ma'am." "Show me." Taken aback by her direct command, I hesitated. "We don't have much time. The girls will here shortly. Open your robe and show me your penis." My blushed deepened as I loosened the belt and then spread the edges of the white robe wide for her inspection. Thick and heavy, my swelling cock twitched under her steady scrutiny, rising tentatively up between my thighs to point out slightly away from me, but still tilting down toward the floor. Smiling as she studied it jerk and pulse, she nodded. "Good. I was concerned you might have misunderstood your instructions. And since you're so large, I couldn't tell with the robe in the way. You may close it now." With my face still burning, I refastened the belt as she continued. "Two or three of the girls have been sheltered most of their lives and are quite innocent. I doubt if they're even seen a male completely nude, alone touched one. This will be a new experience for them, and they may be reluctant to participate." The shapely brunette cleared her throat, her closely set brown eyes never rising from the protruding bulge below my waist. "Since your penis is already quite impressive, I thought that wearing a genital restraint would be too much." Almost as if on cue, the door flew open and two students entered, whispering and giggling. One was tall and willowy, a pretty redhead with laughing blue eyes and a slim figure. The other was shorter, a muscular brunette with a graceful walk, like she had years of ballet training behind her. Her straight, almost black hair fell evenly across her shoulders just above her small, firm chest. They crossed the stage and disappeared through a doorway, giggling as they glanced over their shoulders in my direction. Puzzled, I turned to Louise who explained. "There's a changing room back there. I prefer that the girls wear comfortable clothes for class." Two more girls entered, whispering excitedly and looking in my direction. One was dark and almost swarthy, like she was of Hispanic origin. Her black hair was cropped short, close to her round face. The other was blonde, and slightly overweight. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her full breasts swayed lazily on her chest as she walked across the platform. They both smiled shyly at me, nodding to acknowledge my presence but avoiding any eye contact. As they exited, the last pair of students entered the large room. Louise called out. "Danielle, could you lock that door behind you please? Thanks." She turned to me as they approached the raised platform. "I'd prefer that we not to be interrupted during class." As the last girls climbed the steps up onto the brightly lit stage, I thought I recognized the cute brunette form one of my classes, but wasn't sure. She smiled broadly at me while her companion, a tall, strikingly attractive black girl, seemed to be more reserved, almost shy. As they exited through the door in the back, the first girls to arrive for class returned, barefoot and wearing identical white robes that clung to their slim figures. The tall redhead didn't appear to be particularly well endowed, while now I could see that her brunette friend with the small but prominent breasts were topped with large nipples poking against the thin cotton, firm and erect. As I stood beside the examination table and next to the instructor, my cock continued to thicken, twitching beneath the robe and pressing it out in front of me. Both girls noticed. A small, tight smile flitted across the redhead's pretty face before she colored slightly and glanced away while the short brunette stared openly between my legs. I blushed as Louise just smiled and said nothing. The next pair emerged, chatting as they joined the growing semi-circle around the table in the middle of the platform. The chunky blonde's chest preceded her, full globes swaying loose and heavy under her robe. The imprint of her erect nipples was clearly visible and I wondered if she wore anything beneath the thin cotton. Her pale blue eyes were cool as she glanced briefly in my direction. In contrast, her dark skinned friend smiled warmly at me as she tightened her robe around her waist, bringing her large nipples into high relief as they pressed eagerly against the white cloth. Hard and stiff, they were obviously aroused. My cock continued fill and thicken, rising higher between my legs as we waited. Self-consciously, I crossed my hands in front of my swelling crotch, trying to conceal my growing erection as best I could. As Louise turned to me, I could feel four pairs of eyes, using the opportunity to look me up and down, mostly down below my waist "Once the entire class is here, I'll introduce you." The door swung open and the final two students joined the circle. The tall black girl was truly stunning, soft curly hair framing a beautiful face with high cheekbones. Her thin robe did little to hide a terrific figure, long legs and high rounded breasts, full and firm, crowned with large rigid nipples pressing excitedly against the robe. The cute brunette was not as well built, but the outline of her perky breasts was clearly visible beneath her tightened robe. My stiff pole throbbed under my covering hands. "Girls, this is Bill. He is our massage dummy for tonight" That brought a few titters. "We're grateful that he is allowing his male body to be massaged and examined, so we can compare and contrast his physique with what we've already learned from our female subjects." I smiled, a shiver racing up and down my spine as the brown haired instructor turned back to me. There was a decided twinkle in her dark eyes as she continued. "You probably won't remember all their names, but I'll introduce the girls to you anyway." She started with the tall redhead on my right, the pretty one with sparkling blue eyes. "This is Sheila, and next to her is Stephanie." That was the diminutive brunette with the pointy nipples. Arching her back slightly, she thrust those firm mounds out toward me as her brown eyes met mine. Standing beside her was the tall black girl with the gorgeous figure. She dropped her large black eyes as she was introduced. "Next is Danielle, and beside her is Lynn." Lynn was the short brunette with the cute face and the laughing blue eyes. She must have been staring at my crotch, trying to see behind my hands. Slowly, she lifted her gaze up from my crotch when she was introduced. Not at all bashful, she grinned when she realized that I had seen her examining the distended lump in my robe. I blushed. "This is Yvette." The instructor gestured to the short Hispanic with the tawny skin. Tossing her clipped hair back from her attractive face, she met my gaze with a certain amount of defiance in her black eyes. I couldn't help but drop my eyes down to watch her full breasts jiggle under the thin white cotton as she moved. I wondered if any of the girls were wearing tops under their robes. From the loose movement of the larger breasted girls to the clearly discernible excitement of the various pairs of nipples, it seemed to me that little if any clothing was being worn beneath those robes. My cock twitched out and up another notch, now almost parallel with the floor, despite my hands attempting to press it back down. "And standing next to her is Amber." The stocky blonde nodded, sending her full breasts into a series of swaying gyrations that threatened to pop open her robe. And she seemed oblivious to them, ignoring the way her heavy globes swung freely beneath the lightweight cotton to fasten her pale blue eyes on mine. Deliberately, she lowered her gaze so that she was staring down at my tented robe. She had gorgeous hair, long and gleaming in the ponytail that fell down her back. "Now that you've met the students, Bill, please discard your robe so we can begin." The moment of truth. I knew that I'd have to shed the robe. I just wished I'd been able to control my stiff cock before stripping totally nude. Taking a deep breath, I unbelted the robe and turned away from the class as I let it slide from my shoulders. I heard a gasp as I tossed it over the back of the chair and turned to face the group, a deep flush covering my face. "Now students, the first thing you'll notice about the physiology of the male body is the broader frame and the more pronounced musculature." The attractive professor wasn't looking at me, but all the students were. Six pairs of eyes had focused below my waist, studying the thickened log swinging freely between my thighs, long and heavy, pointing out away from my legs but still down toward the floor. Louise turned back to me and halted abruptly, her dark eyes wide, gazing down at my exposed crotch. "Oh, well, maybe not. What you probably see first is one particular muscle." She grinned at me and winked. Wide eyed, the girls continued to stare at the swelling log jutting out from between my thighs, studying the way it jerked and twitched as it filled with blood and rose higher. As my blush started to creep down my neck, the brunette instructor turned back to the class and continued. "As you can plainly see, Bill's penis is partly erect ---" "Partly? How much bigger does it get?" I could feel the blush in my face spread across my shoulders in the silence that followed the outburst from Yvette, the Hispanic girl with the dark skin. Ms. Grigsby took another glance at my stiffening cock, watching it lurch higher, the engorged bulb pointing directly at the stunning black girl across from me. It was almost level with the floor now, the thick veins along the shaft pulsing with blood. "Perhaps you're right, Yvette. His penis does seem to be nearly fully erect." By now, my face felt as dark red as the swollen knob throbbing urgently at the end of my cock appeared. The attractive professor let the class take an extra-long look at my quivering hard-on before she gave me my next direction. "Bill, please climb up onto the table so we can begin." There was a stepstool at the foot of the table so I walked to that end, very aware of the heavy pole swinging before me, bouncing off my thighs with each step. As I reached the table, I realized that that there were major differences from the one we'd used before. It was low and slightly wider. The lower portion of the table consisted of two parallel sections that were now closed, but apparently opened to form the shape of an inverted 'Y'. "We'll start with a back massage, so kneel on the table top before you lie face down." As I mounted the steps, I was very conscious that the girls were scrutinizing every bobbing movement of my cock. Blushing deeply under the intense examination, I was looking forward to hiding my raging erection as I lay on my stomach. Once I was on my knees, I realized that my position emphasized the trembling log that protruded out in front of me. "Good. Now, I remember that one of you had a question about the opening in the center of the massage table." The muscular brunette with the rigid nipples spoke up. "That was me, Ms. Grigsby." "Yes, so it was Stephanie. That opening is designed to accommodate the male genitalia when the massage subject is a man, and we're working on his back. Bill, lie down and demonstrate the placement of your genitals into the hole." With my face beet red, I lay down, easing my cock and balls into the cavity as the girls leaned close, peering under my torso to observe the relatively snug fit. Since the size and force of my erection stretched the covering sheet down into the hole, it made the crevice smaller and very uncomfortable. Over my shoulder, another girl piped up. "I didn't think his dick would fit." That set off a round of giggles, and I could feel the flush on my cheeks deepen even more. As I turned my head to rest it on a low pillow, I saw it was the busty blonde with the long beautiful hair who was ready with the wisecrack. "Ah yes, Amber. You're referring to the obvious fact that our subject is rather well endowed. That will be of further interest later. But for now, I'll help our male subject relax by laying this small towel across his eyes so the bright spotlights won't shine in them." Gently, she covered my face with the towel, effectively shutting out the light. "In addition, we'll drape a second towel across his buttocks, thereby preserving his sense of modesty. Some men are quite shy about their bodies, and we certainly don't want to make a massage subject feel uneasy with too much skin exposed." I felt a slight breeze ruffled my skin as the second towel settled into place, covering my bare ass cheeks. "Good. Now he can rest while we make ourselves more comfortable." All around me, I could hear the sounds of rustling clothing. It suddenly occurred to me that they were shedding their robes and would be standing next to the table wearing next to nothing, maybe even completely nude. My hard-on throbbed inside the confining crevice. Once the girls settled, Louise spoke again. "Now, as I mentioned earlier, you can see that our subject is much more muscular than any of our women subjects." I heard the snap of a plastic cap being opened. "Now because of that, we can use more pressure when we massage a male." She ran her hands up the back of my thigh, smoothing the slick lotion all over the exposed surface. Initially, it was cool on my skin, but the friction from her stroking hands quickly warmed it up. "One thing you need to remember about massaging males. Most men have body hair and some have quite a lot, so normally you'll have to use more lotion to avoid any unnecessary painful pulling of his hair." Ms. Grigsby ran her hands high up the inside of my thighs, coming dangerously close my balls barely hidden beneath the tiny towel. She paused to adjust my legs, gently spreading them wider so she could have easier access between them. WVC Ch. 18: The Massage Class "But since our male subject has very little body hair, that won't be necessary." She worked in silence, letting the rhythm of her hands up and down my leg speak for her. Each pass took them closer to my balls until her fingertips brushed lightly against them. I caught my breath, but she immediately switched to the other leg. The jostling movement caused the towel covering my butt to slip, and I suspected that anyone standing at the foot of the table had a clear view of the curved underside of my ball sac. Several minutes passed, and despite worrying about what the class could see between my legs, I started to relax into her expert hands. I even thought that my raging erection had wilted. At least, the hole in the table didn't feel quite so constraining. More minutes passed quietly before she gave me an affectionate pat on the back of my thigh and called a halt. "Okay girls, now it's your turn. Slow and steady, keep the rhythm constant." One pair of hands working on me had felt wonderful, but with six, I felt like I was in paradise. Both of my arms, both legs and both sides of my torso were being massaged at the same time. It was clear that they weren't as practiced as Professor Grigsby, but they more than made up for it with enthusiasm. She coached them as they worked on my arms and hands, on my legs and feet, and on my back and shoulders. "Use a little more pressure, Yvette. He's not going to break. In fact, he'll probably welcome it. And Sheila, be sure and cover his entire leg." The girls responded to her encouraging words, and I began to relax even more, melting into the table, reveling in the multiple hands kneading my muscles. I felt someone stand at the head of the table and start to work on my shoulders. From the self-assured work of her fingers, I figured it must be the brunette teacher. It didn't take long before I began to drift off. I probably was out only for a minute or two when I heard her soft voice murmuring softly just above my ear, and I floated back from the edge of drowsy sleep. "That's excellent, girls. You can feel how he's really beginning to relax. His muscles get more malleable." With her hands still gently working on my shoulders, she continued. "Ok, let's change positions. Amber, you and Samantha switch with Lynn and Yvette, while Danielle, you and Stephanie move down to the end of the table." I was barely aware of the shuffling around the table as the instructor kept her magic fingers active on my neck and shoulders. "Excellent. Now let's open the table a bit while I climb aboard." As I felt the lower section of the table being slowly spread apart, taking my limp legs with it, Ms. Grigsby lifted her hands. She must have used the stepstool to scale the table and stand over me. Carefully, she set a bare foot on either side of my upper back, straddling my torso. As she sat down, I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. "Perfect. Now I'm going to massage his lower back. Danielle, I want you and Stephanie to work on his thighs, making sure that you cover both the outer as well as the inner part of his legs" More shuffling occurred as Louise began to rub my back, using long, steady strokes that ended at the top of my ass cheeks. With each firm caress, she inched lower and pushed the towel aside until it felt as if my entire butt was completely exposed to the eyes of the class. Other hands resumed massaging my limbs, concentrating on my extremities and paying particular attention to my hands and feet. Between my parted legs, two pairs of hands began to rub the backs of my thighs. One was somewhat tentative, timidly sliding her hands and fingers across my skin, barely applying any pressure, and staying safely on top of the back of my thigh. In contrast, the other girl knew her way around a body, expertly working the kinks out of my muscles, using her fingertips and boldly running her hands high up the inside of my open thigh, lightly brushing my hanging balls. "Come on, Danielle. You need to use more force. You won't hurt him. Look how much pressure Stephanie is using. Go for it, girl." With renewed determination, the formerly timid coed began to pummel my muscles, massaging them as forcefully as her diminutive partner. As they began to work on my butt, the covering towel slid to the table, leaving my cheeks totally bare. Grinding her increasingly hot crotch into my back, Louise's massage of my lower back kept inching father down until she was working more on the muscles of my ass than on my back. The other girls ran their hands up my thighs until they too were rubbing my butt, the three of them firmly pressing my hips into the table. Coordinating their efforts, they set up a rhythm of pulling my cheeks well apart, and then squeezing them back together. The emphasis brought a rapid revival of whatever rigidity my cock had lost. "Miss Grigsby, you've mentioned in the past that there are deep muscle relaxing massages, and there are invigorating, stimulating ones. Which are we giving him?" I thought that the question was from the petite brunette who was mauling my ass. It sounded like Stephanie but I wasn't sure. While the instructor straddling my torso paused before answering, she didn't stop her vigorous kneading of my lower back and upper buttocks. "That's a good question. The first part of his massage has definitely been geared toward total relaxation, but I'd say that the second half will be more energizing." I wasn't sure I'd agree. If I turned over now, I was positive that my throbbing hard-on would qualify as being stimulated and energized. And as if she read my mind, Professor Grigsby suddenly stopped and affectionately smacked my ass. "Time to turn over, Bill." Leaving a warm spot on the middle of my back, she stood up on the table as the six pairs of hands ceased their massage. I hesitated, not certain what to do as she stepped backward so that her feet were on either side of my head. "I'll hold the towel over his eyes while he rolls onto his back. Stephanie, pick up the other towel and do the same for his hips." The professor must have squatted low because I sensed her hovering over my head asI caught a whiff of the pungent aroma coming from between her thighs. The muscular brunette must have retrieved the second towel since I felt an edge of the tiny square flutter down and tickle my butt. As Ms. Grigsby raised the one on my face, she gave me my instruction. "Okay, Bill. Roll over." I took a deep breath and kept my eyes closed as I rolled onto my back, my thickened cock flopping against my right thigh, slapping my skin loud enough to be heard by everyone around the table. Immediately, the two towels floated down into place, one over my face and eyes, the other across my crotch. As I lay there in the silence that followed, blushing under the tiny square that covered my face, I knew they were all watching the pulsing tent my swelling log created beneath the other towel. I tried to control my growing erection, trying to will it to relax and go limp, but it was futile. The knowledge that seven pairs of eyes were focused on the twitching bulge between my legs was too much. It continued to throb, lifting the thin towel up off my lower abdomen with each beat of my pounding heart. The flush in my face began to creep down my neck. "Okay, students, now let's begin on his front. As you can see, there are several major differences between male and female subjects." There was giggling as she stated the obvious. "Okay, so there's one big difference and several smaller ones. It's undeniable that our subject has a rather large penis. But besides that, males have no breasts to consider while massaging the chest. Although some men are quite sensitive, most welcome a vigorous massage of their pectoral muscles." After settling her warm knees on either side of my head, the professor demonstrated by leaning over my head and firmly stroking my chest. As she reached down my torso, I felt the rigid tips of her hanging breasts brush lightly against me. As her massage grew more energetic, those rounded globes did more than just graze me. Enthusiastically, she mauled my chest, presumably showing the girls just how much force was appropriate. And as she kneaded me, Ms. Grigsby pressed those full mounds firmly into my face. Through the thin cloth, I could even feel her erect nubs as they slid back and forth across my lips. My cock continued to throb, jiggling the miniscule cloth that covered it with each heartbeat. "Girls, let's resume the massage. And be sure to use sufficient pressure to give his muscles a good workout." Immediately, four pairs of hands began stroking and kneading me, diligently working on my arms and legs. And when Louise straightened up and slid off the head of the table, two more pairs started to massage my neck and shoulders. It felt absolutely wonderful. "That's it, really knead those muscles." She must have walked around to my side since I felt an experienced hand slide across my stomach, caressing the taut muscles just above the twitching towel. In the continuing silence, moments stretched into minutes and she let her fingers draw small circles over my lower abdomen, gradually increasing in circumference until they were brushing the edge of the thin material. "Good. Now keep your hands working steadily, girls." She cleared her throat before she continued. "Like a massaging a woman, giving rubdown to the front of a male requires a certain delicacy. Again, like a woman, a man's nipples are quite sensitive and function as a focal point of stimulation and arousal. Danielle, you and Yvette, switch from working on his shoulders and concentrate on his nipples. Use the same technique you used on our female subjects." Immediately, the two girls abandoned my shoulders and began fingering my nipples, first circling around them, and then lightly squeezing and flicking them back and forth, and finally gently pulling them away from my body, stretching the little nubs before releasing them and letting them snap back into place. Under such focused attention, it was no wonder that they grew stiff and rigid. "As with our female subjects, this can be quite arousing to the male." I certainly found it to be so. My cock was throbbing urgently, each pulse of blood below my waist marked by the jerking of the flimsy towel that barely covered my bloated pole, now nearly fully erect. "However, unlike women, a sexually excited male is very easy to determine." Her teasing fingertips slid under the cloth, lightly caressing the smooth skin of my pubic mound, circling ever lower until they brushed the base of my swollen stalk. She was careful to avoid the bloated knob and the quivering shaft as they bobbed up and down against my stomach. "Girls, keep massaging his nipples. Amber, I want you and Sheila to move up higher on his thighs. Spread the table legs farther apart so you both can work on him inside the Y." I felt my legs being stretched as the table was opened wider, and the two girls obediently moved between them, resuming their massage once they reached their assigned position. While the girl working my left leg was vigorously kneading me, reaching up under the bottom edge of the towel to brush my hanging balls with the back of her hands, the one on my right was hesitant, almost fearful, barely rising any higher than the middle point of my thigh with her strokes. "Sheila, you need to make sure that you cover his entire thigh. Look at Amber. She's doing it right, stretching to make sure that she covers his entire thigh, all the way up the inside until she reaches his buttocks." Encouraged by the instructor's praise, on my left the unseen Amber went even farther, reaching high between my wide open thighs to palm my buttocks, letting her fingers slide along the cleft between them as she tickled my puckered hole. Overcoming her initial reluctance, Sheila became bolder, matching her partner in her massage strokes, grazing my balls as she reached higher and higher up my leg in an effort to earn the instructor's approval. After one particularly well-coordinated movement, their hands converged between my spread thighs, jostling my balls and causing the towel to tremble. I thought it was going to fall off and completely expose my quivering log. "That's much better, Sheila. Now, Lynn, you and Stephanie, leave his arms and come lower. Start working on the outside of his thighs, all the way up to his chest." Louise pulled her hand away from my lower abdomen and gently eased my arms up until they were behind my head. Making sure I was comfortable as the six girls continued to massage me, two fingering and tweaking my nipples, two massaging my inner thighs and two working on my outer thighs and the sides of my torso. Completely erect, my cock lifted the towel up off my lower abdomen, waving it like a flag of surrender with each throbbing pulse of blood. "Excellent! Now as I mentioned earlier, a massage can either be intended to relax, or to stimulate, or some cases, both. After initially giving our male subject a relaxing massage, I've chosen to give him a stimulating rubdown. Once he has reached this state of full arousal ---" And without any warning, she whisked the towel off, revealing my towering erection to all the students. Several gasped. "Omigod!" Through it all, the six girls kept up the steady massage, the two between my thighs coming ever closer to my balls while the pair working on my hips crept closer to the base of my twitching hard-on. "Once he achieves this condition of full sexual tension, we have a choice to make." With the thin cloth still covering my eyes, I couldn't see the instructor or any of the girls. They just appeared as shadows between me and the bright lights overhead. I gasped as Ms. Grigsby expectedly wrapped her hand around the lower portion of my thickened pole. It jumped in her grasp but she squeezed firmly, restraining the throbbing stalk and holding it upright. "We have to decide whether to bring our subject to an orgasm and return him to a relaxed muscular state, or do we deny him a sexual release and send him home in a fever pitch." As she spoke, she started to squeeze and release, squeeze and release, rhythmically wringing more blood into my already fully inflated cock. Then I felt a drizzle of warm liquid fall onto the rounded surface of my engorged bulb, slowly sliding down the entire length of my distended stalk. She must have poured some lotion on me as she supplemented the rhythmic squeezes with firm strokes up and down the thick log. Smick, smick, smick --- a familiar sound echoed in the amphitheater. "As much as I'd like to keep this up until he spurts his cream all over us, I can't. He's not allowed to ejaculate." Even though I had hoped otherwise, I knew I wouldn't cum. But the girls couldn't believe what she just said. "You're kidding, right?" "I wish I were girls, but he's under strict orders not to cum." However, she kept jacking my stiff pole as she continued to squeeze and stroke, squeeze and stroke, bringing me closer to the edge of a powerful orgasm with each relentless pass of her fist. The professor paused at the top of her stroke, her gripping hand just under the ridge that circled my cockhead. As she held me still, pointing up toward the bright lights, she used the pad of her thumb to lightly rub the slit at the tip, coaxing it to open. I gasped as it spread wide under her persistent caresses. "But we can still practice our massage techniques on him, and on his extraordinary penis. When fully erect, most men measure between five and six inches. He is more than eight, almost nine." The girls were silent. As Ms. Grigsby resumed her steady posting up and down the full length of my raging hard-on, the only sound was the steady squish, squish, squish of her hand. "Having a large penis allows us one benefit that a normal sized one would not. We can practice the hand over hand technique we've used before." She demonstrated with both fists, pulling my cock upward with one hand stroke after another, creating a sensation unlike any I had ever felt before. It was a continuous stimulation, a wave of pleasure breaking over and over as she pumped my throbbing pole. "You girls that are working on his thighs, switch to that technique while I continue." Immediately, I was swept away by the arousing motion of the four pairs of hands that enveloped my thighs and hips. Unlike the deeper penetration that normal massages strokes produced, these were shallow, light caresses that tingled and brought blood to the surface of my exposed skin. Within Louise's doubled fisted grasp, my stiff cock twitched and jerked. "Very good. Now realize that this technique can't be used with a normal penis. Only a larger one like this will allow two hands to circle the shaft at the same time." The two girls working my inner thighs were growing more enthusiastic, bumping my loose balls with each pass of their hands. Despite having her hands full of engorged cockmeat, the teacher noticed. "Amber, you and Sheila need to be careful of his testicles. While a man usually likes a certain amount of roughness when having his penis stroked and fondled, his testicles are quite different. They're much more sensitive." Immediately, the two froze. Were they be unaware that they could hurt me? When they resumed their massage, both were more tentative in their strokes, carefully avoiding contact with my bloated balls as they worked up and down my inner thighs. "Let's change positions. Who would like to trade places with me?" Several girls quickly spoke up. "Me! Me!" "I'll trade with you, Ms. Grigsby" "Okay, Lynn. Be sure to get enough cream on your hands. Unlike a woman, whose vagina often generates sufficient fluid to act as a natural lubricant, a man's penis seldom does." The others kept up their stroking as the unseen girl prepared to take Louise's place. She must have been at my left hip as those hands stopped their massage as Ms. Grigsby released my cock. Immediately, a pair of smaller hands replaced her, wrapping eagerly around the base of my quivering stalk. As she started to pump me, it was clear she was less experienced than her instructor, but still, she wasn't a complete novice. Lynn set a steady up and down rhythm that was the obvious result of some practice. Smick, smick, smick ----. As the now familiar sound echoed off the walls in the cavernous room, I sensed that Louise took Lynn's place at my hip. And I assumed it was her hand that reached between my widely parted thighs, boldly cupping my balls in her palm as she gently rolled them back and forth. "This is how your treat a man's testicles, tenderly, like you're holding a pair of bird's eggs. You really can't squeeze them at all. Once you have the feel of how much he likes, you can carefully, very gently pull them down away from his body, like this." Isolating my balls, she circled the loose sac with her thumb and forefinger. Ever so cautiously, she pulled, slowly at first, and then with increasing pressure, until they were stretched down between my parted thighs, well away from the upright stalk the student was pumping. I held my breath as the instructor kept tugging, extending them well beyond their usual length, relaxing her steady pull only to stretch me once more. After a half dozen tugs, she halted her rhythmic stretching and cupped them gently in her palm. Only when she allowed them to return to their natural state did I exhale. "Like that." "Wow!" I heard her chuckle as she held them up and patted them, like they were her pet, and she was pleased with the trick they has just performed. WVC Ch. 18: The Massage Class "Yvette, trade places with Lynn." As there was more shuffling around the table, the girl posting up and down my throbbing log reluctantly released her firm. The new girl, Yvette started to curl her hand around my cockshaft when Ms. Grigsby stopped her. "No, climb up onto the table like I was before." Releasing her initial grip, she circled around and mounted the table to standing over me, both feet planted on either side of my covered face. After stepping over my shoulders so that she was straddling my torso, she hesitated. "Sit on his chest." "But won't that hurt him?" Louise laughed out loud. "Not at all. When a man is this excited, he'll put up with a lot to get a pretty girl to play with his penis." Gingerly, I felt her rest her weight on my upper abdomen, my quivering cock within easy reach. And like the brunette teacher, the heat exuding from between her thighs was quite noticeable on my skin. "Good. Now use both hands and grasp his penis." I caught my breath as she leaned over and obediently wrapped both fists around the middle of my quivering shaft. "That's it. Now squeeze and pump, squeeze and pump." Working gingerly, the girl began to stroke my hard-on, a very tentative double fisted hand job. Although she didn't seem to have as much experience as Lynn, she wasn't a complete novice either. She warmed up rapidly, so that after just a few strokes, Yvette was energetically posting her fists up and down the entire length of my bloated pole. "Look, Miss Grigsby! The hole at the tip has opened up!" It seemed as if on cue, everyone paused their massage and leaned over my exposed crotch to look. Under the towel, I blushed as the girl on my chest exclaimed. "And now it's starting to leak!" "That's excellent! That clear fluid seeping from his urethra, that's the lubrication that I was talking about earlier." Spurred on by the visible response to her effort, Yvette redoubled her two fisted jacking of my now drooling cock. As the girls resumed their light stroking, feathery fingertips running up and down my legs, soft caresses over my chest and stiff nipples, Ms. Grigsby continued. "I'd heard that he generated a large quantity of pre-ejaculation liquid. Judging by the amount flowing out of his penis, I'd have to say that report appears to be accurate." Smick, smick, smick -- the fluid dribbling down my stalk must have covered Yvette's hands by now, and she seemed to have a much easier time pumping my rigid pole. "Wow! Look at it pour out of his dickhole!" My face was beet red, and I could feel the flush spreading across my shoulders, but I was certain no one noticed. They were too busy examining my leaking hard-on. "Yes, Steph, he does seem to be quite the gusher. But it is also a cautionary signal for us. A male produces that slick fluid in order to ease the entrance of his stiff penis into a woman's vagina, her pussy." Panting now, I began squeezing my buttocks together in time with those relentless fists, titling my hips up so my oozing cock could receive the full impact of Yvette's enthusiastic pumping. Smick, smick, smick -- I could feel a familiar churning in my balls. "It's a signal for us since it immediately precedes the male's ejaculation." She paused as I rose up off the table, shoving my hips upward to thrust my swollen pole deeper into the seated girl's firm grasp. "Wow! His penis seems to have gotten even bigger" 'That's because he's about to cum. Yvette, you better stop before he has an accident." Immediately, the girl straddling my stomach released her double fisted grip of my drooling hard-on, leaving it to jerk and twitch urgently. Rising up from the table, I humped the air above me, trying desperately to find some resistance so I could cum. Not a word was said as I bounced up and down on the table top, my throbbing hard-on flopping like a landed fish against my lower abdomen. "Wow!" Suddenly, I realized how ludicrous I looked, my face covered by the tiny towel, my dribbling cock frantic for release, and surrounded by six coeds and one teacher. Panting beneath the tiny square of cloth, I tried to catch my breath. The girls had stopped their massaging as I approached a climax, and now, one by one, they removed their hands until no one was touching me. In the silence that followed, Ms. Grigsby cleared her throat. "It appears that we stopped just in time." She whisked the towel off my face and the overhead lights blinded me. Squinting, I saw that all the girls were still gathered around the table, staring down at my exposed crotch as my cock continued to quiver. "Bill, class is now over and we thank you for your participation tonight. You've given us a memorable evening, one that we won't forget." By this time, my eyes had grown accustomed to the lights. Lifting my head to scan the girls surrounding the table, I realized that every member of the class had shed her robe. Louise wore a sheer bra and a pair of gray tennis shorts pulled tightly up into her crotch, outlining the plump lips of her pussy. The narrow triangles of her bra struggled to contain the rounded globes of her breasts, the lacy cloth clearly revealing her nipples, dark brown and oval shaped. Her stiff buttons pressed eagerly against the shimmering material, stiff and erect, and nearly a full inch long. My cock throbbed as I admired them. "You may get down from the table now." Feeling a bit groggy, I struggled to sit up. After I swung my legs over the edge, I paused with my raging hard-on sticking straight up from between my thighs. Beside the slim teacher stood Stephanie, the little brunette with the small pointed breasts. Arching her back slightly, she proudly thrust her firm mounds out toward me. She too wore a skimpy bra, one that was sheer enough so I could appreciate her dark brown nipples as they puckered the filmy cloth. Louise stepped forward to slide one warm hand around my shoulders and help me down from the table. Gingerly, I slid off the top, my jutting hard-on swaying heavily before me. Glancing around the circle, I saw that two girls that wore some type of swimsuit top. Danielle, the stunning black girl, sported a white bandeau that contrasted sharply with her skin while the willowy redhead wore a modest blue top that highlighted her eyes. Unsteadily, I stood up and stretched, blushing when I realized that arching my back thrust my quivering hard-on out toward the busty blonde with the long gorgeous hair. Openly staring down between my legs, Amber's jaw dropped. "That fluid is still coming out of his dick!" Feeling the flush in my face spread down my neck, I looked down and saw that the stocky blonde was right. My twitching cock was dripping onto the floor. As she leaned over to get a better look, her heavy breasts swayed on her chest, barely contained in the transparent panels of her bra. Through the shiny material, I could see the pale brown nipples were hard and stiff, jutting out toward me. Next to her stood Yvette, the Hispanic girl who'd been sitting on me. She too leaned over as she gazed at my oozing cockhead, her full mounds spilling from both sides of her black bra. Through the diaphanous lace, I could see that of large nipples were dark and round, the areola nearly two inches across. As the blush crept over my shoulder and down my chest, my stiff cock enthusiastically bobbed up and down, depositing more drops of my fluid on the floor between my feet. Fascinated by the resilience of my hard-on, the tall black girl and Lynn, the petite brunette with the bright blue eyes crowded closer. With her arm still around my shoulders, Louise pulled me away from the eager audience. Stumbling backwards caused my jutting erection to bounce wildly, slapping against my thighs as I turned to the chair holding my clothes. As I began to dress, my stiff pole was still swinging back and forth. Since the girls had used a lubricating lotion to massage me, I was surprised that my skin didn't seem oily at all. Pulling on my pants and t-shirt, I didn't notice any trace of the cream. Stuffing my still swollen cock into my shorts was difficult and as I turned to go, I was embarrassed to find that the enormous bulge in my crotch drew so many eyes. Her brown eyes shining, Ms. Grigsby came forward, her rounded breasts swaying inside the flimsy bra cups, her excited nipples poking through the shiny lace. Extending her hand, she grinned as we shook, her gaze darting below my waist as she spoke. "Perhaps you can return as massage subject?" I nodded, feeling my cock throb within the snug pants. "I'd like that." Dropping her eyes again, her smile broadened. "Yes, I can see that you would." My blush quickly returned as the girls giggled behind her. "And maybe next time, we won't leave you in such a state of extreme arousal." Beet red, I released her firm grip and turned away. "Good bye, Bill." Still blushing, I turned partly around and waved. I don't know who voiced the farewell, but they all waved back, even the shy redhead, who uncrossed her arms to raise her hand. The vision of her shallow breasts, lightly restrained by two gauzy triangles with just a hint of the pink nipples peeking back at me stayed with me in my trip back to my dorm. Carrying the raging hard-on between my legs made for an awkward walk across campus. I was just grateful that it was after dusk, and that there weren't many coeds out. I had really had difficulty falling asleep, tossing and turning long into the night. My cock wouldn't relax, staying hard and full as I lay on my bed. Finally, after about three hours, I drifted off. The next morning I awoke groggy, and with most of my muscles sore but relaxed. I guess I had received a more thorough massage than I realized. But one muscle was still hard, the long thick one between my legs.