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 Carl and Beth Do Sex Ed in Middle School

   by peregrinf

   Copyright(c) 2010 by peregrinf

   ------ Description: WARNING: CHAPTER 8 CONTAINS SOME MALE HOMOSEXUALITY.
Beth Naked in School was one of those occasions when everything fell into
place perfectly.  To maintain that quality has been slow going.  Good
writing is like that.  Sometimes it just takes time.  New readers, I
suggest you at least read Beth Naked in School.  Even better, read the
whole trilogy; in order, "Carl Naked in School", "Carl Naked in School -
Beth's Story", and "Beth Naked in School".
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   ------ Chapter 8

   As it turned out, I didn't need to throw Patterson in Missy's face.  She
hit me with Mike, right in the puss, and by the time I was awake enough to
feel the impact we were on our way to school.

   She was carrying her clarinet case.  We were early because yesterday,
during all that talking they done, she'd arranged to meet Mike in the music
room before school so they could compare their musical skills, and she
hadn't bothered -- read that "didn't want to upset me" -- to tell me
yesterday.

   Ah well.  Turns out I'm not quite as resigned to losing Mike as I
thought.

   But I had lost him, and she was so happy...

   It didn't help that The Stick reminded me that I'd never "had" him in
the first place because I'd been too chicken to let out a peep to him. 
That only reminded me of what a moron I had been.

   Of course I was also left with the worry that I was losing Missy to Mike
as well.  I mean, Missy and I spend every spare waking moment together! 
Would she have any time left for me?

   "So, what's this thing about you being The Stick?" Missy asked as we
hurried.

   An embarrassing question, but at least I was distracted from Missy, Mike
and my worrying about Patterson.

   "Okay, but this is our secret."

   "Our secret?  You told it right in front of Josh and my parents," she
reminded me.

   "Oh, yeah, well, Josh had me on the spot by bringing up Sex Ed."

   Shit, now it'd be all over town or, at least high school.  Carl would
find out!  Shit-shit-shit!

   "Well, at least try to keep quiet about it.  It sounds silly and
embarrassing."

   "But it works?  How does it work?" Missy was panting, so, remembering
her shorter legs, I slowed a bit.

   "Okay, remember when Patterson called me The Stick that first day of Sex
Ed?"

   "Vividly!  Ick!  I wanted to punch him in the snoot!"

   I couldn't imagine Missy punching anyone, but her loyalty warmed me. 
"Well, I thought about it and decided it would be my battle cry, I guess,
or something like that.  I started calling myself The Stick, and reminding
myself that I am Tall, I am, not skinny, but Slender, and I am Sexy." I
stressed the capital letters, the way I thought them.

   "And it worked?"

   I shrugged.  "I guess so.  I stopped slumping, especially after we met
Kathy Powers and she told me to stand tall.  I'm feeling more confident."

   "Well, you look taller," Missy admitted.

   I gave my head a little toss.  "I am taller.  I was slumping.  Now I'm
not, unless I forget, and The Stick has to remind me.  I'm getting better
about that.  And I am still growing, but it doesn't bother me anymore.

   "I think taller, and make sure my posture is good.  And I remind myself
all the time that I am The Stick, I am Tall, I am Slender, I am Sexy -- and
whatever other character traits I think I need, like Strong, or Kind."

   Just between you and me, it also makes me feel a bit schizophrenic to
talk about The Stick that way.

   "I wish I had something like that." Missy kicked a pebble down the
sidewalk.  "But what'm I going to call myself?  The Muffin?  The Dumpling?"

   I bumped her shoulder affectionately.  "Just wait until someone insults
you, and then turn it upside down on them," I countered.

   "Oh, sure," she snorted.  "Can you see me finding inspiration in 'Fatty'
like you did in 'The Stick?'"

   I had to admit she had a point there.  "Well, you don't have to wait for
someone to insult you.  You can make your own -- what would you call it? 
-- alter ego?  What about your real name, rather than what everyone calls
you?"

   "I'm glad they call me Missy!  I hate Millicent," she grumbled.

   "Well then, how about Milly?  Missy, I'd like you to meet Milly.  Milly,
meet Missy."

   "But, who is Milly?  What's she like?"

   "Whatever you would like her to be," I answered.  "I know she's kind,
and generous, and thoughtful.  She's cute, with a developing figure.  I
know she wants to be proud of her body, not ashamed of it."

   "I'm fat!"

   I stopped dead, grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the eye. 
"You're not fat," I countered.  "You're young, and growing.  Milly knows
that, and Milly will not let you get fat.  Milly wants you to exercise
more, and eat better, and -- and whatever it takes.  Listen to Milly.  She
knows what's best for you."

   I let her go and we began walking again.  "You're still growing.  You'll
be taller, you'll stand straighter, you'll suck in your stomach,..."

   "I hate exercising," she confessed.

   "You like to swim."

   "Yeah.  But I bob like a cork!"

   "That'll change.  I'm going to be swimming every day.  You can come with
me." I carefully avoided the word "training." Training is like work. 
Training is boring, though I loved the feel of the water flowing over my
body, it's almost like flying, and I feel so good when I'm done.

   "Well..."

   "I'd really like your company," I told her sincerely.

   "I'll think about it," she agreed cautiously.  "Oh, look, there's Mike!"

   I saw the way her face lighted up, and felt a pang, happy for her, but
suddenly I felt abandoned.  The three of us walked together, and while I'd
managed a "Hi, Mike" in response to his "Hi, Dee" it was the two of them
chattering away.

   Was this what the future held for me?  I felt lost and envious, but I
was happy for Missy, and Mike, and totally confused.  When we got to school
they went their way while I went mine.  I hurried in the direction of the
nook where Patterson and I had shared lunch.

   As I hurried I wondered how I kept getting myself into these messes. 
Missy, well, she's my BFF, but what was I doing trying to help Patterson,
of all people?  Here I am, 12, almost 13, wrestling with my own gawky,
changing body and crazy hormones and stuff and I'm thinking I can help an
over-sexed psychopath?

   Or a pre-teen male, which is essentially the same thing.

   Anyone else would have run rapidly in the opposite direction, but not
The Stick.  Oh no, not The Stick.  She charges in where angels fear to
tread.  Patterson might be a mad rapist, but I'd offered to talk with him,
and in my family an offer is almost as good as a promise, and a promise is
a promise.

   I called on The Stick for Courage and Fortitude, whatever that is.  It
sounds good, anyway.  Look out world, here comes The Stick.

   I lengthened my stride across the grass.  Even so I was a few minutes
late.  I was kinda hoping he wasn't there, that he'd given up and left and
I was off the hook.

   For that I got a scolding from The Stick.  I swear, I was harder on
myself than my mom was.

   He was there, stamping nervously, obviously upset.  His hair was a mess,
but otherwise he's pretty good looking, if he'd ditch that sullen pout.  He
wouldn't be so short if he'd stand up straight.  I guess I haven't
mentioned he's really not bad looking, kinda skinny, with blond hair and
blue eyes and freckles, kinda short, compared to me, but then everyone is.

   I could hear The Stick telling me to stand tall.

   "I'm sorry, I couldn't get here any sooner," I apologized.

   "You said you'd talk with me," he grumbled.

   This was not getting off to a good start.  "I did.  I'm here.  Let's
talk."

   "I don't know." He was suddenly retreating into his shell again.

   I reached for his hand, but almost drew back when I remembered how he'd
withdrawn from the touching in Sex Ed.  And it was probably like the first
time I could remember I'd ever touched a boy, other than my brother, but
knew that was ridiculous.  Sure I had.  I just couldn't remember when.

   I took his hand, and he didn't pull away, at least.  I don't know what I
expected, maybe slime, but his hand was warm, and strong, and felt good.  I
remembered our touching exercises from the other day, and realized I was
feeling him and he was feeling me, and I was feeling him feeling me, and he
was ...  I stopped before I got dizzy.

   I also suddenly realized that touching was another form of
communication, a very intimate one, or it could be.  What was he feeling?
Was his heart racing like mine was for some silly reason?

   "John, I really want to talk with you, honest.  So talk!" It was the
first time I'd ever used his first name, the name I swore would never pass
my lips.

   Well, I told myself, that vow was made back before I became The Stick,
or at least before The Stick stuck, so it didn't count.  "We'll talk here
and now, if you want, or we can talk later."

   "Think you can tear yourself away from your girlfriend?" he asked
snidely.

   What was it with him anyway?  "What's that supposed to mean?"

   "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

   "I promise.  Now give."

   "What's it like to be queer?"

   I felt like I'd been slapped.  "I'm not queer!"

   Am I?

   "I heard you and Missy hugged in the lunch line!  You're always
together. People are saying you're a dyke."

   Oh shit!  "What people?!"

   "You know, people," he mumbled.

   "Meaning you," I retorted.

   "Meaning ...  people besides me."

   Well, if that's what people were saying ...  well, I'd have to deal with
it.  But I got this niggling worry.  Was I gay, in spite of all I'd said to
Missy?  How would I know if I were gay?  I loved making love to Missy, and
I'd do it again in a minute.  I felt a chill.  What if I was gay?  And if
they were saying that about me, what were they saying about Missy?

   Poor Missy!  What if someone said that to her?  She was so afraid that
what we had done meant we were lesbians.

   I felt my world tilt, and reminded myself; I am The Stick.  The Stick
can handle anything.

   "Is that why you wanted to talk to me?  Because you think I'm gay?"

   He was scuffing the grass.  "What if I'm gay?" he asked, staring at the
ground.

   "Are you gay?" I asked.

   "I dunno," he mumbled.  "Some of the guys call me 'faggot, ' and
'fairy.' How'm I supposed to know?"

   I thought about that, and realized I was as lost as he was.  I took a
deep breath, trying to find a way out of a conversation I wasn't sure I
wanted to have.

   The Stick is Honest.

   "I don't know," I admitted.  "I don't think I'm gay, but I don't know
for sure."

   "Thanks for nothin'," he muttered ungraciously.

   "But I know who we can ask," I added.

   "We?"

   "Well, just me does the asking, if you want, and I can relay the answer,
if there is one.  But I think it'd be better if we went together, and I
know the people we ask will keep our secret."

   I had a niggling thought, remembering my conversation with Carl when I
brought up Stephanie's name as an answer to his problem of filling the
lesbian hole in his lesson plan.  Maybe the solution will be presented in
Sex Ed class today?

   Naahhhh.  I'm never that lucky.  But just in case...  "I don't think
there's a simple answer to that anyway.  You're going to be in Sex Ed
today, aren't you?"

   "I dunno."

   I squeezed his hand, hard.  "Be there!"

   I didn't tell him that if Carl and Beth did what they'd planned for
today it was the perfect opportunity.

   He was staring at his feet, shaking his head.

   "It won't be the Dirty Dozen without you," I pointed out.  I tried to
lighten up a bit.  "I'd only be the Dirty Eleven, and that sounds silly."

   "I don't belong there."

   The Stick started to get a little cranky with him.  He, of all people,
needed to be there!  That I knew.  "You've gone this far, don't quit now!"

   He looked doubtful.  What would get through to him?

   I had a thought, and the risk made me feel a little sick.  "What can I
do to get you there?" I asked.

   He looked at me.

   "Name it and I'll do it," I vowed, cringing even as I said it, knowing I
was leaving myself open to some pretty ugly possibilities.  I made a lunge
for a safe offer.  "Need help with a class?  I'll help."

   "Why do you care so much?"

   I had to admit, I didn't know.  He'd been nasty and snotty and obnoxious
to me for as long as I could remember.  Which wasn't all that long, now
that I thought about it.  He was one of those people who had come in from
outside the system, just last year.  He'd been a square peg in a round hole
until he'd sort of slid in with a clutch of malcontents, sort of like a
sink-hole or something.  He'd gotten accepted in the swamp by being as
nasty, or even nastier, than anyone else in there.

   "Honestly, I don't know," I admitted.  "Frankly, you can be a real snot.
But I do care, and I do care that much.  Besides, if you don't come then
I'm left hanging out to dry, all alone in that class."

   "You got Missy," he pointed out.

   "Missy's got Mike now." It hurt to admit that.  "And I'm a third wheel
in the back row, what with A.  J.  and Mickey making out on the other side
of me.  Besides, who knows what we'll learn there today.  Will you keep a
promise?"

   He nodded reluctantly.

   "Cross your heart and hope to die?"

   He nodded again.

   "Do it!"

   He dutifully crossed his heart with his free hand.

   "Then promise me you'll be there."

   He looked doubtful, so I squeezed his hand even harder, adding my
fingernails to the grip, wishing I didn't keep them clipped so short.  If
it took pain to get through to him I was ready to use it.  "Promise me!"

   The opening bell rang, but I didn't move.  "Say it!"

   "I promise I'll be there." It wasn't enthusiastic, but it would have to
do.

   "Then come on!" I dragged him along.  "And don't look so droopy, and I'm
not going to let go of your hand, so stop trying to get away.  What better
way is there than holding hands to show everyone that we are not gay?"

   Oh great!  Now I was going to be known as Patterson's GF!  What a price
to pay, just to get his sorry ass to Sex Ed!

   "I thought you hated my guts," he grumbled, following along in my grip.

   "Let's just say you're growing on me," I answered.  I didn't add that it
might be a pretty disgusting job scraping him off.

   He held back but didn't have a chance of pulling free.  Even in the
off-season I work out like a gymnast.  Try doing those hand-stand dives,
balancing on the end of the board, and you'll know I've got strong hands
and arms.

   As we funneled through the door, me still holding on to him, I saw heads
turning and whispers being exchanged.  Well, that should get the rumor mill
churning nicely.

   "You promised," I reminded him as we parted in the hallway to head for
our home rooms, and I watched him slouch off.  Missy joined me after
parting with Mike in a scene that rivaled the balcony scene from Romeo and
Juliet.  And no, I'll read that next year, but I've seen the movie.

   "What was that all about?" she asked, watching Patterson's receding
back.

   "Stuff," I answered vaguely.  "So, do you and Mike make nice music
together?" Even to me that sounded snide, but Missy was in some other
universe.

   "It was fun!  Are you okay with it if we do?" she asked fearfully,
coming back to earth with a thud.

   I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.  "Of course
I am.  I'm happy for you.  And I think Milly approves of him, too."

   Turns out the Stick is Noble and Self-sacrificing!  Yuck!

   "Milly?  Oh, Milly!" Missy blushed.  "Yeah.  She does, and she's gonna
help me." She visibly straightened up, obviously Milly was already coaching
her.

   "I knew she would."

   "But -- uhm -- I think she wants to change her name."

   "Oh?"

   Missy looked embarrassed.  "Well, Mike and I got into a contest on who
could hold a note the longest, and I beat him, so he started calling me
'Windy.'"

   I barked a sharp laugh.  When she was on a roll Missy could out yack an
auctioneer.  "Perfect!"

   "You don't mind?"

   "Not in the least."

   "But don't tell anyone.  It's our secret," she murmured.

   "My lips are sealed." I made a zipping motion across my mouth.

   And then it was into the hustle of the morning routine, and I was too
busy to worry much about Patterson, especially since I had to explain why
my trig homework wasn't finished.  I escaped detention by promising to have
it in tomorrow, along with today's assignment.  It was better than worrying
whether I was gay or not.  I thought maybe I could cut a deal with Carl to
give me some time off from the kitchen.

   Later Mike joined Missy and me as we made our way to Sex Ed.  They held
hands, and I couldn't decide whether I was happy for them or hurt for me,
or both.  It was a really confusing knot of emotions.

   And besides that, my head was on a swivel as I looked for Patterson.  He
had to show up.  He just had to!

   "Who're you looking for?" Mike asked.

   "Found him," I answered with a sigh of relief.  "I'll only be a minute."

   Patterson was lurking near the water fountain, looking unsure of
himself, so I walked right up to him and greeted him with a smile.

   A smile isn't a lie, is it?

   "Hi!" Without waiting, I took his hand.  He hardly resisted as I towed
him along and into the classroom, and the moment we were in the room I knew
we were in luck.  I felt a surge of joy at the sight of Stephanie and Kathy
Powers, along with two high school guys I didn't know, all of them in white
robes, just the same as Beth and my brother.

   Steph looked really nervous, and Kathy had her arm around her, cuddling
her.  My, my.  No grass under their feet!

   There was a confused knot of us in the doorway and I bumped up against
Missy and Mike.  TPTB had been at it again.  The furniture was gone,
replaced by wall-to-wall gym mats, which were covered with sheets.

   Oh my!  Was this going to be what I thought it would be?  And if it was
I was glad I wasn't paying the laundry bill.

   Our names were taped up on three walls.  Instead of in three rows of
four seats the Dirty Dozen was strung around three walls, four each per
wall (well doh!), paired off, of course, leaving the fourth wall vacant.

   And they'd mixed us up again.  My heart gave a leap when I saw that I
was supposed to be next to Mike, while Missy was to be on the opposite side
of the room next to John Patterson.  Then I knew that would never work.  I
was not about to inflict John on Missy, or give him a chance to escape.  I
took things into my own hands.

   "You take my place over there with Mike," I directed Missy, pointing to
where my name was on the wall.  "I'll take yours."

   "But..." Missy looked dubious, and we both felt Ms Andrews eyeing us.

   "I'll take Patterson, you stick with Mike." Defiantly, I gave Missy and
Mike a little push.  Ms Andrews watched me as I crossed the room with
Patterson in tow.  I felt like a bug under a microscope, but The Stick
doesn't waver.

   When I dragged John down to sit and I crossed my legs Ms Andrews just
gave a little nod and clapped her hands for order.

   "Let's get organized, people.  As you can see, your names are on the
wall, find your place and sit, please."

   When Mickey saw what I had done, she'd latched on to A.  J.'s hand and
dragged him over next to her, while Terrell, from the 7th grade went to
where A.J.  was supposed to be, beside 6th grader Judy Liu.

   That was an interesting pairing.  Terrell was one of the bigger boys,
and Judy the most petite of the Dirty Dozen.  They exchanged shy smiles.

   There was a bit more shuffling around but most of the others settled
where they were supposed to.  Ms Andrews shifted the signs to match the
people.

   "We have guests today, so the signs are to make things easier for them,"
she explained, taking center stage.  "Our four visitors are all seniors in
the high school, and veterans of The Program, of course.  I'll let them
introduce themselves.

   "But first, so they'll be more comfortable, since they have nothing on
under those robes, I'd like you to strip, those of you who are willing. 
Pile your clothes neatly next to you."

   For a moment we all looked at each other, and then The Stick took the
lead, dragging Patterson to his feet.

   "Wait a minute!" he protested.

   I went for the buttons on his sport shirt.  "Relax.  You don't have
anything we haven't seen before, do you?"

   "No, but I..."

   I looked him in the eye.  "Relax.  You'll live.  Trust me."

   I'd gotten his shirt open so I let my fingers stray to his chest,
touching his bare skin.  Talk about communication!  My fingers tingled, and
I saw his nipples stiffen.

   "I'll go first," I said, and never mind I'd gotten him started first. 
Letting go of his shirt I stripped off my blouse, my nipples reacting
ecstatically to the exposure, especially when his eyes fastened on my
chest.

   "Now you." I wanted him to touch me!  Why did I want him to touch me?

   Well why do you think?  But he didn't, darn it.  Why didn't he?

   What was going on with me and him?  Or with me, at least.  He was my
nemesis, my arch enemy, the burr under my saddle, and I was getting wet? 
Because of HIM?

   Around us others were getting naked, with A.  J.  gawking as Mickey got
down to her lacy undies before she turned to him and began undressing him.

   Patterson grumbled but stripped off his shirt.  He had a nice torso and
I felt my pulse quicken again.  An attitude readjustment might make him
bearable -- more than bearable, even.

   The Stick asked just exactly whose attitude needed adjusting, or,
rather, was adjusting.

   Have I mentioned that The Stick can be really mean sometimes?  Okay, so
maybe I hadn't been fair about John, but that didn't mean he wasn't a
skank.

   By then I was down to my underpants.  I stripped them down with no
hesitation, the air teasing my pussy and playing with my butt, then I
helped John with his belt.  His pants dropped around his ankles, exposing a
pair of plain boxers.  Naturally his cock decided to put in an appearance,
poking out through his fly to see what was going on.

   "Nice," I murmured, giving his dick a bit of a caress as I liberated it
from his undies and shoved said garment down his legs.  Then I was on my
knees in front of him, helping get his feet out of the hobbles of his pants
and underpants, his hard on bobbing in my face.

   Still on my knees, I sat back on my heels, contemplating the full
effect. On the whole, not bad -- good legs, nice cock with the beginnings
of a strawberry blond pubic bush.  Said dick was standing tall (John was
looking down at me, in all my naked glory, after all), and if he was gay
then I'm the Pope.  It was almost enough to make my mouth water, but I
resisted the urge to lick him.

   I reached up for his hand and pulled him down to sit beside me again,
and held on, enjoying the contact, and took in the rest of the room.  This
time everyone had managed to get naked, even the sixth graders.  The 6th
grade girls, Judy Liu and Maria Sanchez were so cute with their little
breast buds and bare slits, giggling and blushing as they looked around,
hands cupped over their pussies, while Bill Harris was gawking openly at
his partner, Judy Greene, his dick waving in the breeze.  Terrell Ford was
an ebony giant next to Judy Liu.  Her eyeglasses glinting, she tried
unsuccessfully not to look at his big, black skinned hard on, while he was
openly salivating over her delicate beauty.

   Missy and Mike were holding hands and leaning against each other,
whispering, and I felt a flash of jealousy.  What were they saying?  They
looked at me and I looked away to John, who was in his own world again.

   Carl and Beth took the floor, and beckoned the visitors out to join
them.

   "Today we're going to be discussing what is called 'alternative
lifestyles, '" Carl began.  "Our friends agreed to join us."

   Beth very matter-of-factly unfastened her robe and tossed it out of the
way.  "They are members of the LGBT Association at the high school.

   "LGBT stands for Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals and Transsexuals, though the
association accepts members of all stripes, including heterosexuals who are
in sympathy with the LGBT goals.  The LGBT provides support, counseling and
advocacy for lesbians, gays, bisexuals and transsexuals at Central High.

   "And we'll go into definitions of those terms as we go along," Carl
explained, having discarded his own robe.

   As I'd kinda hoped, Kathy Powers stepped forward first and unbelted her
robe.  My tummy fluttered at the sight of her.  She was a goddess!  Her
tits were not too big, firm, capped with conical areolas and stiff nipples.
Her tummy was flat, her bush neatly trimmed, her whole body well muscled,
and she had an all-over tan that made it obvious she wasn't shy about
sunbathing nude.  With a body like she had, who would be?  Maybe she did
nude modeling.

   God, I hoped I looked half as good when I was her age.

   But ...  I didn't feel a sudden surge of desire for her.  Did that mean
I wasn't gay?

   "I'm Kathy Powers.  I'm an artist, and I am a lesbian.  And this is my
partner, Stephanie O'Brian." She took Stephanie's hand and drew her
forward.

   Steph gave Kathy an adoring look, drawing strength from her.  "Hi, I'm
Stephanie, and I'm a lesbian -- I think." She blushed, letting Kathy help
her out of her robe.

   My eyeballs ping-ponged between Stephanie and Missy, across the floor
from me, comparing them.  Steph was more mature, of course, still a plushy,
big breasted girl, but I suspected that would change, if Kathy remained in
her life.  The big breasts were fine, of course, but the well upholstered
tummy and hips could use some discipline.  Missy looked like a junior
version of Steph, with a tummy roll of baby fat to be dealt with.  Two
months in the pool would take care of that.

   "You think?  You're not sure?" Kathy asked, looking worried.

   Stephanie shuffled her feet.  "I know how I feel about you," she
admitted, hugging Kathy's arm to her body.

   Kathy smiled tenderly at Steph, and put her arm around her, drawing her
close, and they cuddled.  "That'll do.  We've only been together a few
days," she admitted.  "We have Beth to thank for that."

   Beth grinned, and blushed a little at that.  "Don't try to blame me,"
she joked, "but I'm glad you two found each other."

   "Guys?" Carl asked, indicating the other two visitors.

   Even in their robes they were hunky.  The bigger guy stepped forward. 
He had dark, curly hair, skin kind of olive, and a five o'clock shadow at
eleven in the morning.

   "I'm Anthony Fazzone, my friends call me Tony," he began.  "I play
football and varsity baseball."

   Patterson leaned close to me.  "He's tight end, all conference as a
junior!" he whispered.  "He's gay?"

   "Why else would he be here?" I asked.

   "And I'm gay," Tony went on, looking in our direction.  He'd heard us.

   Patterson's jaw dropped.

   Me?  While I enjoyed looking at Kathy Powers, I drooled over Tony
Fazzone.  Compared to him even my brother looked like a wimp!  Tony was
tanned down to a tight swim suit line, with awesome pectorals, a six pack
belly, and thighs like tree trunks.  He was buff.  He was super buff, and
packing serious heat between those thighs!

   "And I am Steve Walsh," the other guy announced as he stepped forward.
"Tony and I are dating.  I'm into tennis and soccer, I'm a cheerleader,
too, and I was lead in last year's school play, Grease."

   And he was just plain drop-dead gorgeous!  Short dirty blond hair,
moussed upright, with frosted tips, blue eyes.  He was compact, trim and
fit, about four inches shorter than Tony.  He wasn't blatantly muscled but
there wasn't any fat on him and he had a real grace to him.  His cock was
slender, nicely shaped, circumcised and not too long.

   Tony's was a big bar of meat.  I could only think of two ways guys could
"do it," and I wondered how it could possibly fit into either of Steve's
openings.

   And damn, they were both gay!  What a waste!

   I shot a sideways glance at Patterson, noticing his hard on, which was
pretty impressive.  Around the room, for the most part the girls were
salivating over the two guys, the guys were probably salivating over Kathy
Powers, but Stephanie was pasted so tightly to her it was hard to tell who
was getting the looks.

   John was kind of sneaking looks at me, I thought, or maybe that was my
ego at work.  The Stick is, after all, Sexy.

   On the center wall, to my left, A.  J.  was fixated on Mickey, his mouth
gaping, glasses fogging up.  I was surprised to see Mickey reach over and
take A.  J.'s hand.  A.  J.'s little pecker was eager and ready to go.  As
I looked, Mickey let go of A.  J.'s hand and curled her fingers around his
dick!

   The Stick did not like being one-upped.  I dithered a moment, but just
couldn't bring myself to reach for John's hard on.

   Across the way, Missy and Mike were snuggling together like jigsaw
puzzle pieces seeking a good fit.

   Carl and Beth disposed of the definitions expeditiously -- lesbian, gay
-- blah, blah, blah.  I was trying to figure out what was going on with me
and Patterson.  He was shooting me nervous looks, looks that took in my
tits, my pussy, back to my face.  Meanwhile, I couldn't keep from looking
at his hard on, as if I hadn't seen one before, and it felt like there was
a gravitational tug from his direction.

   I squirmed my butt to shift closer to him, in spite of my reservations.

   "Okay, does anyone have any questions for our guests?" Beth asked.

   The silence stretched to the breaking point, and The Stick was pushing
me hard to say something when Patterson surprised me by speaking up.  "When
did you decide you were gay?" he blurted out.

   The four visitors looked at each other, and then Kathy fielded the
question.  "I didn't decide anything," she answered.  "I think I knew I was
gay when I was pretty young, maybe only five or so.  I was always more
interested in girls than I was in boys."

   "Same with me," Steve Walsh, Tony's buddy, answered.  "It's not a matter
of choice, it's what I am, what I've always been."

   Tony shrugged.  "It took me a while to catch on," he admitted.  "I dated
a few girls, but nothing really clicked.  I was kinda, like, conflicted.  I
knew how I was supposed to feel -- being a jock and all -- all horny for
the girl cheerleaders, but I was more interested in Steve.  Frankly, it was
a really hard time for me.  I'm still dealing with it.  Steve helps a lot."

   Stephanie was uncomfortable, I could see it, but Kathy said something to
her and she spoke up.  "I'm still not sure," Steph confessed.  "It's hard
for me to admit, but I felt really strongly about..." She made a vague
gesture in Beth's direction.

   "It's okay," Beth said softly when Steph paused and looked at Beth
holding on tight to Carl's hand.

   "Well, seeing Beth, during her week in the program -- uh -- made me
horny, and we'd already been friends for a while, but we'd never done
anything," Stephanie went on.  "So I mentioned to Beth how confused I was,
and she and Carl, well, not to go into details, but they tried to help me
work through it.  And Beth was so sweet, and, well, it just wasn't meant to
be, because she's not, and Carl was sweet, too, only I wasn't..."

   She took a deep, shaky breath, and looked up to Kathy with a look of
total adoration.  "And then, earlier this week I met Kathy, and it happened
right away between us, and I didn't think I could ever feel about anyone
the way I feel about her, except maybe Beth, and Beth has Carl..."
Stephanie's voice trailed off awkwardly.

   "And while I'd had relationships with other girls, I realized that I'd
been looking for Stephanie for a long time," Kathy said in a husky voice,
wrapping her arm around Steph and pulling her close.  "I hope it lasts."

   "How do you know if you're gay?" Terrell asked.

   "It's not always easy to know," Stephanie answered.  "Kathy always knew,
but I, well, I'm still confused.  I'm attracted to her, in love with her,
but does that mean I'd feel that way for some other girl, other than Beth?
Maybe a boy will come along?  I don't know."

   Kathy cuddled Steph closer.  "You know I'm always here for you," she
assured her.

   "We're brought up to believe we're supposed to be one way," Tony
explained, "but our bodies, or our minds, don't always fit the pattern
we've been taught."

   "Do your parents know?" Judy Liu asked, surprising me.  For a 6th grader
to ask a question meant the class distinctions within The Dirty Dozen were
breaking down.  Nice!

   "Mine do," Kathy responded.

   "Mine, too," Steve chimed in.

   "I came out to mine last year, after I hooked up with Steve," Tony
admitted.  "That was hard.  It was hard coming out to my teammates, too,
but I got a lot of support from LGBT and Pflag, that's Parents and Friends
of Lesbians and Gays, a national organization, and Coach was cool with it,
too."

   Stephanie made a face.  "I suspect my parents will find out after
today."

   "We're all sworn to secrecy," Ms Andrews assured her.

   "Yeah, but people talk," Steph countered.  "I'd better tell 'em."

   "I'll come with you, if you want," Kathy offered.

   Steph nodded gratefully.  "And maybe I'm not totally gay!  I've made
love with guys, well, one guy, anyway, and girls -- only two, I'm not a
slut.  But I have to feel something for them.  I guess it's love."

   "You could be bi.  Sexuality is not all one thing or all another," Beth
explained.  "It's a spectrum.  Most people feel strongly heterosexual, but
there's a, well, a gradient at work, some aren't as strongly heterosexual,
some are bisexual, AC/DC, and some are strongly homosexual."

   "W-w-what m-m-makes p-p-p-people g-g-g-gay?" Bill stammered.

   "That's a very interesting question, which is another way of saying I
don't know," Beth admitted.  "Nobody does, for sure.  There's been a lot of
research recently.  Studies of brain structure hint at some differences,
making it biological.  There may be a genetic component to it, but there
may be a environmental ones, and even what happens to the mother while she
is pregnant may have something to do with it.

   "The one thing that most scientists and doctors agree on is that it is
not a matter of choice.  It is certainly possible for homosexual people to
engage in heterosexual sex, but that doesn't change their basic nature. 
Many homosexuals even marry and live as heterosexuals, usually as a result
of societal pressures."

   "It's not a comfortable way to live," Tony put in.  "Believe me, I
tried."

   He bit his lip.  "Steve saved me from committing suicide.  I was that
close."

   That brought a stunned silence.

   "If there's anyone here who feels that way, that trapped, for any
reason, please find someone to talk with about it," Ms Andrews urged
softly. "I'm available."

   I felt Patterson's grip on my hand tighten.  I glanced his way, but he
was in some dark place inside himself.  I gave his hand a reassuring
squeeze, but he didn't seem to notice.

   "Carl and I are, too," Beth announced.  "Don't think you're alone. 
You're not, and we're here to help.  It is one of the reasons for this
class."

   There was a long silence, broken by Mickey.  "How do you guys -- uh --
fuck?"

   "You mean, how do we make love?" Kathy was holding Stephanie closer, and
Steph squirmed a little, but wasn't trying to get away.  Kathy's free hand
cupped one of Stephanie's ample breasts, her thumb toying with the nipple.
"We find ways."

   "Stop that!" Stephanie protested softly.  "You know what that does to
me!"

   Kathy grinned at Steph, and pinched Steph's stiffening titty.  "Of
course I do."

   "Oh Kathy," Stephanie moaned as Kathy moved to give her a kiss, a kiss
that quickly became a real spit-swapper.  Then they were too engrossed in
each other to pay any attention to anyone else.

   Oh my!  That explained the mats -- we were going to get a demonstration
right here!

   "Hey, wise guy!" Tony protested.

   "What?" Steve asked with mock innocence.

   "No tickling!"

   "You mean, like this?" He made a move for Tony's ribs.

   In a moment the two guys, naked as the day they were born, were
jockeying for position like a pair of wrestlers, laughing, their hard dicks
bobbing and waving.

   Oh me, oh my!

   Meanwhile, Carl and Beth were wrapped around each other as they slowly
sank to the mats.  Their mouths were locked together as their hands stroked
and probed all over each other's bodies.

   The "telling" was over, now it was obviously show time.  I could feel
Patterson tensing up next to me, leaning forward, but I was too busy
watching the action to see where he was looking.

   Steve and Tony grappled, and I thought sure Tony would have the
advantage.  But Steve was as quick as a snake, evading Tony's move, taking
his larger partner down with a leg grab, not that Tony resisted too much.
They tumbled together, wrestling and tickling, rolling over and over
together, lip-locked.

   Stephanie and Kathy were on the floor, on their sides, their legs
entangled just the way Missy and I had tangled our legs.  Kathy was
stroking Stephanie's longish hair tenderly, murmuring to her, kissing her,
while Steph stroked Kathy's lean body, cupped her hard ass, and I had to
admit I was envious.

   Carl and Beth were fondling each other's sexes, and Carl was licking
Beth's ear.

   It was like watching a three ring circus, and I was getting hotter and
hotter!  Everyone was heating up!

   "Holy shit!" John Patterson swore.

   All around the room I could see the Dirty Dozen pairs drawing closer,
getting more intimate.  The power of suggestion is -- well -- powerful.

   I avoided looking at Missy and Mike, but A.J.  and Mickey were engaged
in a full tactile exploration of each other.  A.  J.  was fascinated with
Mickey's tits, while she was exploring his pre-pubescent dick, which was
showing signs of precocious maturity.

   Judy Liu's hand was dwarfed by Terrell's more mature cock, while his
big, black fingers were plucking at her little tit buds while she squirmed
and giggled.  Bill Harris was paired with Judy Greene, a 7th grader, and
his stutter wasn't an impediment to the way they were communicating with
each other.

   I was fascinated by the interaction between Steve and Tony.  They were
kissing and cuddling just like real people did -- I mean, heterosexuals,
that is -- and, well, just like Missy and I had, on more than one occasion.
Then Tony's lips went for Steve's cock, and they slipped around so Steve
could suck Tony's at the same time.  Tony could deep throat Steve, but
Steve couldn't quite handle all of Tony's impressive stalk, though he made
a good try at it.

   Ms Andrews made her way around the room, dropping condoms and tubes of
something for the couples in the middle of the floor.  She scanned the rest
of the room and decided not to serve us, perhaps assuming we weren't going
to go That Far.  I wasn't sure she should be so confident of that with some
of the couples, like Missy and Mike!

   But then I fondly remembered Missy's shyness and knew that wasn't going
to happen here, today, in public.  That was some comfort.

   Meanwhile I wasn't at all sure how to deal with my own rampaging
hormones, or John Patterson's.  Was he stimulated by me, by the coupling of
Beth and Carl, the passion of Tony and Steve, or what?  I'd heard guys got
turned on by the idea of women making love, too.

   Tony and Steve parted, and Steve reached for the condom, ripped the
packet open with his teeth, and proceeded to roll the rubber down over
Tony's thick cock.  Then he picked up the tube of stuff that Ms Andrews had
dropped, squeezed something out of it into his hand, and began stroking it
over Tony's throbbing hard on.

   Oh my!  Lubricant.  It was pretty obvious where Steve hoped Tony was
going to hide his salami!  During a "birds and bees" session mom and I had
talked about anal sex.  The thought of seeing it made me shiver.

   Meanwhile, Beth made a show of lovingly unrolling a condom over my
brother's cock as he lay on his back beside her, his fingers playing in her
crotch.  Knowing how they'd gone at each other bare-back more than once I
figured that was more for the edification of us youngsters as to proper
safe-sex etiquette.

   Then she straddled him, aimed his dick up into her twat, and slowly
lowered herself into place, while he toyed with her tits.  I sucked in my
breath at the sight of them hooking up together, his cock sliding deep into
her shaved pussy.  They were so beautiful!  And what must that feel like,
to have something hot, and hard, and alive sliding up inside that most
private of passages?

   Kathy and Stephanie were still side by side, their hands in each other's
crotches.  Steph was hiding her face, but Kathy's expression was one of
lust, and loving tenderness as she fingered Stephanie's pussy, her lips and
tongue toying with Steph's ear.  I saw her whisper something to Steph, and
Steph lifted her face for Kathy's kiss, and my eyes stung with tears of joy
for them.

   Ladies RULE!  No condom, no lube, just lips and tongues and fingers. 
There's at least one perk to being a lesbian, I decided.

   Not that I am one, of course.

   I think.

   And across the way, there was Missy, cuddled up to Mike, her hand
holding his cock, while his fingers were buried in Missy's crotch.  Missy
wasn't looking at me, being too engrossed in exploring Mike's hard on, her
fingers slipping over and around it.

   I must say, Mike has a beautiful cock.

   Somehow I couldn't reach for John Patterson's cock.  I just couldn't. 
The best I could do was to rest my hand on his naked thigh.  I looked up at
him, and he looked as uncomfortable as I felt.  We hardly knew each other,
and as much as my glands reacted to his maleness, I couldn't bring myself
to the next level of intimacy.  There was just too much history between us.

   Fortunately the scene in the center of the room was distracting enough.
As I'd expected, Stephanie and Kathy had worked their way around into a 69,
on their sides, Kathy's head on Steph's cushy thigh, her fingers toying
with Steph's pussy, licking gently.  Steph's face was buried in Kathy's
crotch, her fingers exploring the crack of Kathy's ass, holding her close,
probing.

   It reminded me of my night at Missy's house, and I shivered again and
looked away.

   Steve was on his back, his legs drawn up near his shoulders, knees over
Steve's shoulders, while Steve was driving a finger up Steve's asshole, the
tube of lubricant right at hand.  I'd thought they might do it doggy style,
but they were face to face!  Then Tony withdrew his finger, and aimed the
head of his well lubricated cock at the pucker of Steve's anus.

   It couldn't possibly fit!

   It touched, and Steve took a deep breath, and I could see him
deliberately relaxing his whole body as Tony's cock head nestled between
his cheeks.  Steve's own cock was hard, resting flat against his stomach,
and Tony fondled it and Steve's balls as he leaned forward, pressing his
cock into Steve's ass.

   It obviously wasn't their first time.

   Remembering the feel of Missy's finger up my butt I marveled at what it
must be like to have something as big as Tony's cock prying into that
tender opening.  I wondered if Carl and Beth had ever indulged in anal sex.
I couldn't imagine there was any sexual position they hadn't explored.

   The sounds in the room were a mix of moaning and slurping and sighing
and squishing, and all of us tweens were riveted on the couplings in front
of us.  It was a carnal crash course, and not one of us was about to miss a
stroke.

   Steve's face relaxed into a look of ecstasy as Tony's hard on slowly
drove up his -- his -- shitter.  Oh god!  What a sight that was, to see
Tony's massive rod disappearing into his lover's butt hole.  I longed to
feel it myself!

   Beth had said something about massaging the prostate to bring on an
orgasm, and I guess that was what Steve was experiencing.  Meanwhile,
Tony's hand was stroking Steve's hard on.  It looked, too, like Steve could
control Tony's penetration, the way Tony leaned against Steve's thighs.

   I gulped and tore my eyes off that to savor the more conventional
coupling of Carl and Beth.  She was still on top, leaning forward, her
hands on his chest, while his fingers twisted and plucked at Beth's
nipples. She was looking down at him with such unbridled love and lust, her
butt rising and falling, his cock slipping into view, and vanishing again
into her cunt.

   It was too much.  I couldn't keep from fingering myself, sliding my bird
finger deep into my hot, slick hole, diddling my clit with my thumb.  I
couldn't avoid seeing how Missy was stroking Mike's cock, how his hand was
in Missy's crotch, one finger, maybe two, obviously buried in her twat. 
Strangely, I didn't wish it was me that Mike was plumbing, but wished it
was me doing Missy.

   And how was it I could be jealous and happy for her at the same time?

   What a mess I was.

   And then Mike's dick was pulsing and pumping, spurts of come spilling
down over Missy's hand, and Missy was writhing, her hips working, and I
knew she was cumming and I could almost feel it myself, until I realized
that I was blinking tears out of my eyes, and cumming, too, as if I were in
some way entangled with Missy and Mike.

   In some kind of miracle of timing, Steve's prick jerked and jetted
pearly semen all over his chest and stomach, while Tony shuddered, his cock
buried in Steve's ass, the powerful muscles of his legs and ass flexing as
he poured his cum into Steve's bowels.

   Apparently Kathy and Steph had beaten us all to the finish line,
snuggling together on the mat, cuddling and cooing, no longer foot to head,
Kathy stroking Steph's cheeks -- was Steph crying?  If she was I hoped it
was with joy, not shame.

   Then next to me I sensed Patterson, frozen, and somehow I knew.  "It's
all right," I assured him.  "It's all right."

   And he almost sobbed as he came, his hand stroking his cock, semen
spurting and flowing.

   Leaning over, my arm around his waist, I rested my head on his shoulder.
Who was the bigger mess, me or John Patterson?

   Yes, John and I needed to talk.

   A.  J.'s cock drooled all over Mickey's hand, and he had his finger
buried in her auburn bush while he suckled on one of her tits.  Judy Liu
was using two hands on Terrell's hard on, while his big hand cupped her
twat, his middle finger out of sight in her quim, and a moment later his
cock erupted, and if she'd been leaning a bit further forward it would have
been old face-full.

   It was a big group cumming, and cumming, and cumming, too much to take
in all at once, and slowly diminishing as reservoirs ran dry and muscles
wearied, until we all slumped.  Even Ms Andrews looked a little dazed.  The
air reeked of sex, of course.

   It was as if the room itself let out a huge sigh as everyone relaxed in
post-orgasmic bliss.  For a time there was nothing but a few murmurs,
lingering kisses, and then Ms Andrews was handing out towels, and we mopped
at ourselves and each other.

   And after we'd all cleaned up and dressed, and made our way to the
cafeteria under the curious gaze of the other students, I stuck close to
John, talked him into grabbing a sandwich and milk with me, and we headed
away to our little nook outside, overlooking the athletic fields.

   For a while we talked, about where he lived (not near me, and I couldn't
decide whether that was good or bad), where he'd come from, that he lived
alone with his mother (no siblings) and he'd never known his dad (well,
mine had never been a big part of my life, but Carl remembered him).

   And we talked about friends, and some of his were the ones who called
him "faggot," and "fairy."

   "Hurts, doesn't it?" I asked him.

   "Yeah."

   "Sounds to me like you need some new friends."

   He shrugged.  "'Cept for them you're the first person ever really sat
down and talked with me."

   "Sorry," I apologized, feeling guilty.  Hadn't anybody walked up to him
and said "Hi, I'm Joe, you're new here, aren't you?"

   Well, I hadn't.  But that was before The Stick.  The Stick would be
Friendly, I decided, even to strange guys, if I could bring myself to do
that.  There's this whole sex thing between us, you see.  Makes it hard.  I
suppose between guys testosterone gets in the way.

   But one thing I couldn't resist.  "And how do you think I feel when you
call me 'The Stick, ' or Bill, when you guys say 'Spit it out,
buh-buh-buh-buh-Bill' when he's trying to get a word out?"

   John winced.  "Yeah.  Sorry."

   I gave him a friendly punch.  "Well, stop it," I said, half joking. 
"And maybe apologize to Bill?"

   John nodded sullenly, and I was afraid I'd been a little hard on him, so
I gave him a sort of a hug.

   "So," I said, "are we gay, or not?"

   "I dunno," he admitted, and looked at me, really looked at me.  "But I
like you, and I'm sorry I was such a shit."

   "I'll get over it."

   "So what now?"

   "Well, we've still got to get through tomorrow," I pointed out.  "You'll
be there?"

   He nodded.  "I'll be there."

   And I guess that was the best I could hope for on that front.  I had the
tangle of Missy and me and Mike to gnaw at me for the rest of the afternoon
anyway, and we headed back inside.

   But then I screwed up, royally, and I knew I was screwing up as I did
it. And that only made it worse, of course.

   What did I do?  I avoided Mike and Missy for the rest of the day,
knowing how much it would hurt to see them so happy together.  I even
walked home alone, using the excuse that they wouldn't want me moping
around with them like I'd lost my best friend, which I was afraid I had.