Anatomy 101

The school had never felt so vast or so exposed. The main lecture theatre—normally used for assemblies and guest speakers—was packed. Tiered seating rose in steep rows, every spot filled by senior boys from the original class and from three parallel year groups. Close to two hundred in total, all male, all eighteen or older, all silent except for the low rustle of clothing and the occasional cough. Spotlights bathed the central platform in harsh white light. Two large screens

The fourth day arrived like the others—same dimmed lights, same low hum of anticipation, same quiet that fell the moment Alex stepped through the door. Mr. Hargrove didn’t waste time on preamble. “Mr. Carter. Front of the room. Platform. Undress completely.” Alex’s hands moved on instinct now. Tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned, trousers slid down, briefs last. Naked skin prickled under the fluorescent lights. His cock was already thickening—half-hard from the walk alone, the cer

The third day felt inevitable. By now the routine was almost ritual. Alex walked into the classroom knowing exactly what would happen. No one even pretended surprise when Hargrove’s eyes landed on him the moment the door closed. “Mr. Carter. Front. Platform. Undress.” Alex stripped without a word. Shirt, trousers, briefs—everything folded, set aside. Naked again, skin still faintly marked from yesterday’s handling, cock already lifting at the memory of James’s finger. He clim

The next day, the same classroom felt different. The air was thicker, charged. Whispers followed Alex down the hallway all morning—half teasing, half awed. Boys who’d barely spoken to him before now gave him sideways glances, smirks, or quick nods like they were in on some secret club he hadn’t asked to join. When the bell rang for last period, Alex’s stomach twisted the second he stepped through the door. Mr. Hargrove was already at the front, sleeves rolled up, a fresh pair

The bell rang for the final period, but the classroom stayed quiet—unusually so. Mr. Hargrove, the biology teacher with the perpetually stern face, closed the door and dimmed the lights. Twenty-eight senior boys sat in their usual rows, ties loosened, sleeves rolled up, waiting for the last mandatory “health and human development” session of the year. Everyone knew what this one was about. The rumors had been circulating since last week. “Gentlemen,” Mr. Hargrove began, voice