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"Alright boys, I have a special activity planned for us today." Mr. J called over the excited chatter of the male students that trailed behind him.
"Is this the reason why the girls in our class were called away early last period?" asked one of them.
"You're exactly right, Daniel." Their teacher replied, looking back over his broad shoulder to give a nod of approval.
As they approached their destination, he began to explain more fully. "Do you all remember how we discussed genetics cause our bodies to develop in different ways? As I used in an example at the time, all girls' breasts develop differently during puberty, and between differences in skin color and tone, size, perkiness, nipple shape, placement and sensitivity... there are no two that are perfectly alike.
We also went over sexual preferences at the beginning of the class. To reiterate what I taught you then: everyone likes different things, and there's no shame in having your own personal tastes. Well, I thought that a practical demonstration incorporating all these lessons at once would make for an engaging and educational afternoon."
Having finished leading them to their destination, he now stood beside a closed classroom door. Mr. J continued speaking as the boys gathered in front of the door, many of their eyes already alight with curiosity and anticipation.
"I had to ask for some help from the head of the theater department, and borrow some of the students who help her with set design. They were generous enough to donate their time and materials, so if you happen to have any classes under Mrs. Bentley be sure to thank her. Even with their help it took a few weeks to get everything ready, but the result really speaks for itself. Ah, silly me," he chuckled, shaking his head with a self-effacing smile, "here I am lecturing again, when I have so much more planned for us today! Alright, you boys can enter the room."
He finally slid open the door, and as the boys swarmed in, they found a classroom that had been set up very differently from what they were used to seeing. The usual desks and chairs had all been neatly stacked on one side of the room, and the curtains on the line of windows that would've let in the afternoon sunshine had been all been drawn shut. There was a large table on one side of the room with various boxes in a variety of sizes laid out on its surface.
The biggest oddity in the room was set up in the center. What looked like a wall that had been installed going down the center of the room, although it wasn't wide enough to impede anyone from walking around it. It was made of wood and painted white, and had no discernable ornamentation that could be seen from the doorway. Overall it appeared to be about 6 feet tall and a few feet thick. While it looked like one solid structure at first glance, upon looking closely you could see there were vertical lines running down it every few feet, revealing that it was actually comprised of several separate sections. Altogether, if it hadn't been assembled in the room itself, it had probably only just been able to be fit through the doorway to get it into the room.
"It's just a wall, Mr. J," one of the boys exclaimed, "why did you put a wall in this classroom?"
The teacher laughed at that. "Impatient, aren't we? It is a wall, but I think you'll find it's not "just" that." He gave them a conspiratorial wink. "You'll have to go on the other side to see what makes it unique."
As the crowd of teenagers rounded the strange installation, gasps of shock, awe and surprise filled the room. The other side of the wall was -as their teacher had promised - like nothing they had ever seen.
Along this side of the wall were evenly spaced, perfectly aligned openings cut into its blank white face, and out of each hole was thrust a pair of real human breasts! Breasts in a host of different sizes, shapes and shades were on full display before them. Some of the boys had gotten to see breasts in person before, but most had only ever seen them in pictures or videos.
A few of the students whooped and hollered and jeered at the sight, some blushed and could barely look at them, and more than a few immediately became aroused.
The teacher gave all of them a few minutes to fully take in the site before them, and then called for order. He gestured for them to line up along the covered windows, facing the display of tits.
"What you see here before you today," the teacher began, "is a feat of bravery and cooperation that has been gifted to us by the female students from your class, a few girls from other grades, and some of the staff members who work at our fine school. This structure was made to securely and comfortably hold our lovely volunteers for the duration of this class period, and the inside of it is padded, well-ventilated, and also as soundproof as possible. To keep distractions to a minimum, I've ensured that none of them can hear us, and they've all been gagged as well. But not to worry - comfort and breathability were our top priorities when selecting the appropriate materials. Now even with the soundproofing added to that you will likely end up hearing some feedback from the girls, but personally I think that adds to the fun."
"This entire setup," he began to walk the full length of the false wall as he continued, "was designed so that the breasts could be the main focus of our attention, and to give you all a chance to learn about them--and give the girls a chance to enjoy the experience from the inside--while remaining mostly anonymous."
"Just like you all were asked to wash your hands before we began, our volunteers visited the shower facilities attached to the school gym. I expect you to clean up after yourselves during and after this demonstration. You can relieve yourselves at any time, as arousal is only natural in these circumstances, but you will be expected to tidy up any mess you make before you can resume participation."
Mr. J stopped in the center of the room then and faced them all, turning his head slowly so that he could meet every one of their eyes in turn. "Any one of you who doesn't follow my instructions will be asked to leave immediately and receive detention. My patience is not to be tested on this."
"Do you understand?" His tone was deceptively light, but the steel in his gaze brokered no argument.
The boys all nodded emphatically. None of them wanted to mess up their chance to do whatever Mr. J had planned for them, or endure detention under him. As the sex education teacher he was allowed to employ methods other teachers couldn't, and he was not only mercilessly strict but horribly creative.
"Now," their teacher continued, returning to his usual lecturing voice, "I have a few more structured activities planned for us, but I thought I'd just give you a chance to get a feel for these beauties first. No roughhousing with them," he sent a sharp warning glance over to a particularly excited-looking boy with sandy blond hair, "I will be keeping a particular eye on you, Zachariah." The boy in question visibly gulped and shrank in on himself. He nodded head so furiously his carefully-styled hair whipped him in the eyes.
Satisfied his warning had been received, Mr. J continued. "No licking, biting, pinching, sucking, scratching, slapping, or other unruly interactions will be permitted. There'll be opportunities for that kind of thing later on, but for now I want our specimens to remain in pristine condition. You have five minutes."
As soon as they were given permission, most of the boys ran forward to get first pick of their favorite tits. A few stragglers advanced more timidly, almost as if they were approaching a herd of skittish deer that might run away if they made any sudden movements. One or two of them held back and observed the whole wall of choices before they made their selection. One student with curly brown hair walked slowly up and down the full length of the false wall, examining each pair of breasts with a discerning eye as if he was at a fine art gallery. Regardless, soon all the the boys were very thoroughly occupied, either in small groups circling a set that had caught their eye, or spaced out individually with a pair to themselves.
Just as they were instructed, the boys used a soft touch as they reached out their hands to fondle the supple flesh before them. Breasts were gently stroked, squeezed, prodded, lifted, cupped and caressed. Some students playfully tweaked, poked or played with the nipples. The boys moved up and down the wall, sampling the full selection of tits on display, marveling in their variety.
There were breasts that were small and flat, breasts that were round and parky, breasts that were long and full. There were nipples that were small and large, nipples with areolae that were perfectly round and some that were ovals. Some of them were cool to the touch and had nipples that pebbled in the open air but expanded under a warm hand, while others were warm through-and-through despite their current exposure. Several boys pressed their ears close to feel the gentle rise and fall of the chests located just behind confines of the wall, or pressed in their noses to smell the soapy scent of the freshly washed girls. Thus far, only a few very quiet sounds could be heard from inside the wall, but the classroom was overall oddly peaceful.
Over the course of those five minutes even the rowdiest boys successfully followed their teacher's instructions to treat each teat with care. None of them wanted to be excluded from whatever it was they were going to get to do to these lovely breasts later, especially not after getting to appreciate them all up close.
After they were done, Mr. J called them over to the table at the side of the room where he had assembled the materials for their next activity. He had a box of markers and few sheets of unused rectangular stickers in a neat pile; they were the classic kind used as cheap temporary nametags, having been printed with the words "My Name is:" on a colored border above an empty white box. He began to hand them out as he explained what they were going to do.
"While I've done what I can to obscure the identities of our female volunteers, it is still inevitable that you will be able to recognize at least a few of them. I thought we'd make a simple game out of seeing how observant you all can be. You will have the next ten minutes to put one nametag sticker on each pair of breasts on this wall, with the name of whoever you believe they belong to. You can do this individually, in small groups, or as a team, so long as you end the exercise with one guess assigned to each subject. Just don't write anything on the wall or directly on the skin of our volunteers, and you must also continue to treat them gently. Once time is up I'll go and record the results."
Having been dismissed once again, the boys collected the supplies and fanned out. A few of them were already pointing at breasts they swore they recognized from among their classmates, and the squeak of markers being uncapped and the smell of ink began to waft through the air. A few breasts with particularly recognizable shades of skin, freckles, tan lines, or other distinguishing features were tagged with stickers right away and with very little argument. Some of the breasts that were much smaller or much bigger than the average were the next to have nametags patted onto their skin.
With about three minutes left on the clock, a heated debate began over the remaining third of the tits on display, those that were mostly average and resembled one another closely enough to make identification tricky. At one point, the teacher thought he'd have to step in to break apart a fight, but as the clock counted down, the boys rallied together. After a few last-minute choices they hurried to slap on the stickers, probably a little more harshly than had been called for. Mr. J shot the culprits a reproachful look before he declared their time was up, and had all the boys line up along the far wall again.
The teacher then took up a clipboard and a pen and walked down the line of breasts, recording the names written on each sticker. Some of the stickers had been positioned in full view on the top of their cleavage, and a handful had the sticker placed over a nipple. One set had the potential first and last name of the volunteer split between two different stickers, which had been cheekily applied like a pair of pasties. There were also a few of the larger pairs that had the sticker hidden on the underside of the breast, so the teacher had to gently take hold of the nipple and lift them to look underneath. Some of the boys grinned and elbowed each other as the teacher sighed and shook his heads over their antics.
After he had worked from one end of the wall to the other and jotted down their guesses, he then walked back down the row and peeled the stickers off. A few muffled sounds of complaint could just barely be heard as the adhesive was pulled off of their sensitive skin.
"Aren't you going to tell us which guesses we got right?" One of the boys asked.
"I could," their teacher replied, "but part of the fun of today's activities is that little bit of mystery. Even if you think you know who they are, if I don't confirm their identities for you and you're not one hundred percent sure about it, then you'll still have a small, lingering doubt in the back of your mind as to who you're touching. That kind of uncertainty and anonymity can be a thrill, and I wouldn't want to deprive you of that."
Some of the boys looked thoughtful at that, and a few looked annoyed at not getting to be proven right, but others were clearly just impatient to move onto whatever the next activity would be. They could listen to teachers lecture them any day of the week, but it wasn't every day they got to do hands-on participation like this.
Unfortunately, some talking was still necessary as the teacher explained the next activity. He set down his clipboard and pen on the table at the side of the room, and took up a light cardboard box instead. He carried the box back over to the group of boys, and from inside the box he handed each of them a small, unopened plastic packet of moist towelettes, which they examined in bemusement. He then placed the box on one of the desks that had been shoved to the side of the room.
"Now that you've had some basic skin-to-skin interaction with the girls, we're going to move along to exploring different types of stimulation. I'm going to show you a variety of different kinds today, but I wanted to start with some that you won't be allowed to do later. This exercise will involve oral stimulation. Since we've already touched these beauties quite a bit, to start us off, I'd like each of you to pick a pair and clean them with one of these wipes." he then opened up the packet he had in his own hand, drew out a towelette, and approached a small pair of tits in the middle of the row to demonstrate. Their flesh puckered into goosebumps and the nipples shrank and hardened as he wiped them down with the cold, damp square, making sure to clean every bit of visible skin. After he was finished he deposited the used wipe in a nearby wastebasket, and finished outlining the activity.
"During this exercise, once you've finished stimulating one of our volunteers, I will expect you to clean any areas you've touched so that it is ready for the next participant. No two people are allowed to interact with the same tit at the same time, for your own safety and hygiene."
"Now," he said, starting to run his thumb in circles around one nipple of the breasts he had just cleaned, "I will demonstrate the kinds of activities that are available for this exercise."
He then leaned down to the nipple he was not already playing with and took pulled it between his lips. He sucked on it, rolled it around in his mouth with his tongue, and then pulled away slightly and licked it. He was still toying with the other nipple with his fingers, and he mimicked those motions with his tongue on the other side. He then slowly peppered that breast with soft kisses, licked all over it in broad, wet stripes, and pulled several areas of it into his mouth to suck on a patch of skin. Once he had thoroughly worked over the entire breast, he pulled off it and backed away to let his students observe the results of his work.
All of them could clearly see how skin of the breast that Mr. J had just applied his mouth to was shiny with spit, and there were areas that looked flushed pink or slightly swollen. The nipple was larger and softer-looking than before he had started. Overall, it was a gorgeous effect, and young men couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the sight.
Satisfied that they'd gotten a good look at his work thus far, the teacher then moved onto the other breast, which had thus far only felt the touch of his fingers. He took its nipple in his mouth, but this time he caught it between his teeth, not so much biting down on the nipple as gently pinching it between them. He then sucked the nipple fully into his mouth, applying much more force this time than he had with the other breast, and as he drew his head back he continued the intense suction he was applying, while also letting his teeth scrape against its skin before at the same time. When it finally fell out of his mouth with a soft popping sound, there were temporary pink lines forming on her skin as the result of this treatment. The teacher then used his top teeth to scrape gently down the full length of the breast in even stripes, and after that he firmly bit at different areas of skin. Never once did he break the girl's skin or leave indentations that lasted more than a few seconds.
During this display of intense oral torment, the owner of the tits wriggled what little she could within her confines, and soft moaning sounds could only just be heard over the sound of the male students' own ragged breathing. She was clearly reacting well to this rougher stimulation, and they couldn't help but do so as well. Several of the boys palmed at their genitals and began to furiously play with themselves through their pants while they watched, anticipating getting to do that very same thing in just a few minutes' time.
Once he was done, the teacher straightened up and let the boys get a look at the much more thoroughly abused and gently heaving pair of breasts for a good minute, before retrieving his pack of towelettes and wiping them down just as he had previously. When they were fully clean once more, he began to speak again.
"As you can see, it is fine to use your mouths, teeth and tongues during this exercise, but you should still take care not to be unnecessarily rough. No breaking skin, leaving long-lasting marks or hickeys. As you can see," he said, gesturing the the breasts he had just used during his demonstration, "the areas I stimulated just now have already begun to fade." He then gave them permission to start.
As the boys began to retrieve wipes from their packs they shoved and jostled each other to get to their intended target first.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot," Mr. J's voice rang out, making the boys pause briefly and look at him again, "one of these contains a surprise that will likely be revealed during this exercise. Feel free to enjoy it like any others, so long as you clean up afterwards."
The boys once again descended upon the buffet of breasts before them. Most of them paired off to both work on a separate tit from the same volunteer, and a few got a pair all to themselves. Mouths descended on soft, vulnerable flesh - teeth scraping and pinching, tongues licking and lapping, and lips engulfing. Faint sounds of pleasure from inside the wall became a constant, erotic background hum as the boys started their ministrations.
After a minute or so, two boys who had each started to suck the nipples of one of the larger, fuller pairs of breasts, began excitedly yelling across the room.
"Something came out!! You guys, I think we found the surprise. It's over here!"
As they pulled off the breasts to speak, several white droplets of milk beaded up from each of the woman's wide nipples. They were lactating!
Some of the other students remained at the breasts they'd already begun to play with, but many of them were fascinated with this new development, so there was a flurry of breasts being hastily cleaned. Those curious boys then swarmed around the lactating tits, and the teacher had to call for them to from an orderly line rather than crowd in like they were. They queued up in two neat rows, and then two by two, they were each given a bit of time to suckle at a trickling teat for themselves. The boys who weren't interested in joining in on this, or those who already taken their turn, got to have a leisurely time sampling their pick of the other breasts.
Once everyone had thoroughly experienced the pleasures of oral stimulation, the teacher called everyone to finish what they were doing and complete their final cleaning-up, which included getting any stray milk droplets that had fallen on the floor. Once they were done and the students had thrown away the used towelettes, the teacher gestured to them to each line up immediately in front of the breasts and proceeded to pass out a very small, capped bottle to each boy in turn.
"I'm glad you all had fun with the oral stimulation," Mr. J said as he finished handing out the last few bottles, "since you won't be allowed to do it again for the rest of today, unfortunate as that may be. Now, since we had to clean these tits quite a few times in quick succession, their skin may be slightly irritated or dried out from the wipes. We're going to massage some oil into them to fix that, and this will also help soothe the girls after so much activity."
By way of a demonstration, the teacher poured a tiny dollop of oil into his palms and began to spread it around, He then reached towards the nearest pair of tits and began to work the oil into them, moving gently but with a firm and constant pressure. Slowly and steadily, he rubbed and kneaded them until the breasts he had selected glistened all over with a thin sheen of oil. He continued his instructions while he worked, since this activity didn't occupy his mouth.
"Don't rush, and apply pressure evenly to promote blood flow and relaxation. Only use a little of the oil at a time - too much will get all over the place and make everything too slippery. A thin layer like this will sink into the skin and moisturize it quickly. Also," he pointed to the lactating breasts first, "You will need to be gentle with the nipples on those to avoid getting milk everywhere. If you're not careful with them, you'll have to clean it up."
Once he was finished demonstrating, his students began to copy him. Over the next few minutes each breast got an amateur massage and a glossy sheen of oil applied by the attentive hands of the young men. The only literal slip-up occurred when one of the boys dropped his bottle of oil without having capped it. He hadn't noticed the spill, and almost fell over after he walked across it. He was immediately told to fetch a mop from the broom closet, and the floor was soon set to rights.
After that, the teacher had the boys carefully cap all of the bottles and collect them in a box on the table. While they had been completing their last task, Mr. J had covered a previously clear section of it with a large amount of small plastic baskets, and each basket was filled with different objects. Some were everyday items that were recognizable to every boy in the class, while others held oddities that only a few of them had seen during their furtive perusal of adult magazines, or private evenings spent with a box of tissues in front of their laptops. There were even a few odd, singular contraptions on display in their own section, including odd tube-like coils, a small cooler, and a couple of boxes with buttons and dials and coiled wires. The boys goggled over the wealth of different items in front of them, and the more knowledgeable ones were in awe of the options in store.
Their teacher gave them a minute or two to poke around among the items, cracking jokes and trading theories on what they were, letting them build up their excitement. Then he finally began the longest lecture he would be giving that afternoon.
"As many of you have likely guessed, all of these items you see before you are meant for play and stimulation. I'm going to take some time to demonstrate different ways you can use each of them, and after that I'm going to let you loose for a long period of free play. You'll be able to fully experiment with and enjoy any of the options you like, provided all of you do so safely and according to my instructions."
The teacher then took his time demonstrating all of the options that were quite literally on the table, starting with the simplest. Before even touching any of the toys, he demonstrated more ways that hands could be used, picking out a lovely, sensitive set of perky tits to pinch, poke, tickle, slap and scrape at with his nails, showing them all how to stimulate and torment them within a strict set of guidelines.
He then worked his way through the gentlest of the items, those that merely tickled or used different textures to provoke sensation. These included paintbrushes, feathers, small samples of different kinds of materials that ranged from smooth, soft pieces of cloth to rough pumice stones. There were a few small pill-shaped vibrators that could be run over the skin or attached directly to it with surgical tape. Next, he explained the use of temperature, making one nipple pucker and glisten with an ice cube he retrieved from the small cooler on the table, and then dripped wax from a candle onto another. From the way the breasts jiggled and writhed, the differences in temperature were quite effective stimulation.
The teacher then showed them the basic applications of painful toys. He then brought out several light paddles and canes, and even a small whip of soft leather, any of which could all be used--in moderation--to strike skin without breaking it or causing too much pain all at once. He moved down the line of breasts showing one at a time how to effectively but safely use the different kinds of clamps, clips and clothespins on the flesh and nipples of the breasts. There was everything from basic household clothespins to shiny, intricate clover clamps connected with a length of chain. He showed the boys a detail they hadn't noticed on the wall surrounding each hole - there were small small, stubby knobs spaced a few inches apart that surrounded them, and they could be used as anchor points if the boys wanted to pull the clamped breasts about one way or another with strings or chains. There were also small weights with hooks that could be added to a pair of clamps to pull them downwards as well. He even showed them how each clothespin had holes drilled in the top, so they could be strung along a length of twine to form a "zipper". This was so that they could all be applied to a subject at once, and then pulled off all at the same time. They could only do so under his supervision, but it was an option nonetheless. He also demonstrated how to use rope to wrap around a breast or nipple to constrict it, but similarly they could only try it while he was watching.
He then moved on to explaining some of the more unique items. There was a medieval-looking vice that would fit over the breasts and squeeze them, and an adjustable device that would clamp the nipples and stretch them forward. There were suction cups that came in tube or bell-like shapes of various sizes, which could be held over a breast or nipple and fixed in place with a rubber pump. The device with large tube-like coils attached to it was a machine for pumping breast milk. This was something they wouldn't be allowed to use themselves, But, he proposed, If they wanted him to, he'd set it up to pump on the lactating breasts they liked so much earlier for the entire duration of their free period, and then at the end they could all taste the milk that had been collected.
The boys who'd had a fascination with those lovely, leaking breasts chorused their agreement to this plan, and those who didn't care for it shrugged and let them have their fun. So Mr. J plugged in the pumping device, connected it to those damp and glistening nipples, and soon the rhythmic shhhh-pmp, shhhh-pmp sound of it filled the room, along with faint moans from the woman who was on the receiving end of the machine's constant suction.
While the milking machine got to work producing their treat, the teacher finally did a demonstration using the odd box of dials and switches, showing them how electricity could be used to stimulate the breasts with either electrodes placed on the skin or clamps affixed to the nipples. The owner of the pair of tits he chose as his first victim shrieked and whimpered as he showed them the various settings on the machine. He made sure to impress upon them what the highest level was that they were allowed to use - which wasn't even close to the most intense shock the box could give - and once again warned them to only use it while he was there to watch. He also pointed out a few small battery-operated electric wands, that could be used to provide a mild shock, and which they could use on their own.
"Now I know," he said, winding down from his lecture. "That I just introduced you to a lot of information, you could use some time to absorb it and think about what you want to do. Therefore, we'll be taking a fifteen minute break and at the same time do one last easy activity. I promise that it will only take as much time as you wish to spend on it, and it'll be fun too. You'll be free to go use the restrooms down the hall or get a drink of water with the rest of your time once you finish it, or you can stay in the classroom and chat amongst yourselves. You will, however, only get to interact with the girls within the limits of the activity."
He then instructed each of the boys to approach the box full of simple wooden clothespins and retrieve six of them apiece. Once they all had their share, he explained what they were to do with them. Their task was to rank the breasts on display using using the pins to vote. They could distribute their pins however they liked; they could favor 6 different pairs of tits equally with a pin apiece, or use them all on a single favorite, or anything in-between.
"The girls who are the most popular," he quipped, "will be sore winners in a very literal sense, but as the popular saying goes, 'beauty is pain.'" Mr. J then had to pause to give the boys a moment to chuckle and jeer before having them quiet back down so he could finish.
"I'll be tallying up your votes and declaring the top 3 winners of our little beauty contest after the break is up--Yes, that's right, this time you'll get to know the results. You may now begin."
The break was an odd mixture of intense and relaxed as the students either placed their votes or made the most of their break. Mr. J drank from a bottle of water at his desk and used his laptop to reply to an email from one of his coworkers, enjoying the brief reprieve from having to speak or corral any unruly teens. Some of the boys voted quickly so they could relax the rest of the break, while some spent the entire fifteen minutes deliberating carefully over their choices, but most of them stopped by the wall at random to cast a vote here or there. Otherwise, they meandered in and out of the room as their wished, and thankfully didn't try to do anything that would require their teacher's intervention.
Once the fifteen minutes were up all the boys had returned and lined up obediently along the windows without even being directed to do so. Mr. J retrieved his clipboard and the half-empty box of clothespins, and just like he had earlier in the afternoon, he walked down the line of breasts and examined them one by one. This time, however, as he went he methodically picked off each of the clothespins, counted them up, and wrote down the results.
As was fairly predictable from a group of typical teenage boys, the results of the popularity contest was, overall, a size game. All of the largest tits in the class were studded liberally with wooden pins. One pair of particularly large and shapely tits, which anyone with eyes could tell would be the one Mr. J was going to declare the first place winner, was so covered with clothespins that one could barely see the flesh they clung to.
Among the breasts that weren't as full, each pair at least had a few pins on them, but it was obvious none of them were going to be contenders for even second or third place. Nonetheless, each pin was removed and each vote was carefully counted, with many muffled moans and squeals emerging from the girls who'd placed the highest. When the winning pairs were announced the boys who'd voted for them filled the room with their jubilant cheers and whoops.
After that, Mr. J returned his clip board and the box of pins to the supply table, and took a few minutes to reiterate the rules of the upcoming extended period of free reign the boys would be granted. He reviewed the basic rules of safety he expected them to operate under, listed all of the options available to them, and re-emphasized which would require his supervision for them to use.
He wrapped up this final lecture by again explaining that any of the boys could take a break from participating to masturbate, but this time he added that those who could wait until the end of the session to find relief would get to have a special role in that day's final event. Most of the boys looked intrigued after hearing this mysterious declaration, so even if only a few of those who wanted to hold out that long actually succeeded, Mr. J was confident he'd be able to show everyone the grand finale he'd planned for them.
And if, after the boys had their fun, he held his own private celebration... well, that would be worth the wait. But for now he was content to let his students show him how much they had learned as he opened up the floor to their own acts of creative sexual self-expression.