Boarding School by Peter

Boarding School

by: Peter

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Chapter 8

I was stunned--everybody was--at anatomy class the next day.

Mr. Barstow came up to his desk rubbing his hands, as was his habit when he had something especially interesting to say.

"I've recently gotten some complaints about the transparency overlays in our textbooks, how confusing they are to use and understand. From that it is easy to conclude that learning the names of every bone and muscle in the body does not necessarily translate to knowing where those muscles and bones are. Unfortunately, transparency overlays are the best instrument that the educational system has to offer. Fortunately, however, this is a private school. It is not only a private school, it is a private boys school. So I see no reason why we should not have a more hands-on approach, by that I mean using a live model in place of overlays."

I knew what was coming and I instinctively glanced around to see Dan Kennedy's desk empty; Dan being the most logical boy in school to be the model. Dan was new to the school, a senior transfer student. He was a bodybuilder, built like a god. He had won a couple of contests in the teen division, and little wonder. He had the most perfect body I'd ever seen. If I had not already met and fallen for Chad, Dan would've been my target.

As Mr. Barstow went on he gave me a sly, discreet side glance.

"It goes without saying that this live approach to learning the muscles of the body, and the bones, requires someone with well developed and well defined muscles. I believe you would all agree that it also goes without saying that Dan Kennedy is the best candidate for the job."

"That's for damn sure," somebody said.

"So, we will show Dan in," Barstow said as he went to the door.

I fully expected Dan to come in wearing his gym shorts, or maybe even a pair of those tiny white briefs he wore. Even from spending the evening being tutored by Mr. Barstow, I was not prepared to see Dan walk into the room totally naked! Even barefoot. Fuck! I felt a jolt in my cock.

He entered the room to a chorus "Holy shit!", "Damn", and other surprised gasps. I didn't express my two cents worth, my mouth was too dry and I was concentrating on trying not to get a hardon. I'd seen Dan naked, but it was different seeing him walk into the classroom that way. I glanced at Chad and he was practically drooling. Dan strode into the room nonchalantly as hell and stood in front of Mr. Barstow's desk, looking a little bit embarrassed, but confident. With a body like his, he couldn't help but appear confident. His was a classic build of the gods and that included his manhood. It hung out proudly, thick and meaty, about five or six inches. The head was big, with a wide flanged rim; it looked heavy. His balls were impressive too, large and held high and proud in their sack. They were smoothly shaved and his pubes were trimmed and shaved into a neat patch around the root of his cock.

"Now, gentlemen, I believe we should be able to identify just about every muscle on this specimen," Mr. Barstow said.

It was the best damned anatomy class of my life and to this day I can name most of the muscles of the body by visualizing Dan Kennedy's body. Well, I got to know them more intimately but more about that later. I never knew how the guy kept from getting a hardon as Mr. Barstow had each one of us walk up and identify certain muscles by finding them and touching them on him. He was the perfect model.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/03/10