Assemblage

Miss Palmer's class went by quickly, with Haley too preoccupied uploading videos on her phone, and not bothering you too much about ejaculation. Word went out very quickly, like in any small-town school, and Hannah's defloration was the talk of the class. People were avoiding you, but you could feel their stares and reaction.

What had gone over you? Why were you so quick to fuck Hannah, and in so public a manner? Lunchtime hit, and you grabbed your tray and snuck away from Hannah and Haley's table. You could see them all talking about it, almost gleefully, and you felt sorry.

"Hey," Elliot said, sitting next to you as you slunk down in a quiet corner to eat your school-mandated health snack.

"Hi," you responded mutely to Elliot. "I thought you were sick today." He hadn't been in homeroom when you made a fool of yourself in front of everybody, but had undoubtedly heard all about it.

"No, just late. Sometimes my dad can be a bit... overbearing." Nothing more be said, as you nodded. He must come from a broken home life. Elliot handed over a well-made home sandwich though. "I made this myself."

You tossed away your "snack" and smiled at the ham sandwich. Wheat bread, but still good otherwise. "I guess you heard about homeroom," you said.

"Oh yeah, lucky dog. I'm not really into Hannah, though..." he continued.

"I gathered that," you replied. "I'm not really into dudes. No offense." You smiled, he shrugged. Nothing more be said.

"What are you two making out back here?" joked Kelly Jordan and his friends as he spotted you.

"What if we are?" you stood up and stared him down, even though he was a head taller than you.

"It's just... fucking gay..." he muttered.

"And I can fuck your girlfriend, right here, right now."

"So?"

"So, fuck off. I'm going to cum soon, and I'd rather not have to do it on your face."

He sneered, and broke eye contact. "I mean, dude, if you really need to..."

You rolled your eyes and left, as Hannah and Haley attempted to follow, but Kelly stopped them.

Before you had a chance to reach your locker, the bell rang anyway, and it was time for gym class. You sighed, as you realized you would need to cum during the class.

As you approached gym class, Dr. Nikita and Coach Michael walked up to you. "Good, John, you're here!" hugged Dr. Nikita, as she felt your forehead and another hand squeezed your dick over your pants. Your eyes shot up as she turned to Coach Michael and said, "he's not erect yet." Michael nodded and turned back into the classroom.

"Attention, students, would all seniors, aged 18 and up, please report to the gymnasium for a surprise assembly. You will be excused from classes for the rest of the day," came Coach Michael's voice over the intercom, as Nikita led you to the coach's office. With the door shut, she began stripping out of her clothes as you sat in confusion.

"Relax, it's not like you haven't seen these before," she joked, squeezing her breasts after popping off her bra, and you remembered full well the spirited round of fucking she gave you yesterday. "I just don't want any ejaculate on my clothes."

You nodded in understanding, and helped when she began peeling off your pants and underpants. She began jacking you off, a familiar sensation, as she continued speaking, "I heard about homeroom. That's great! We don't have the capability to assign you a full-time nurse, and my duties preclude me from doing so on a continuous basis, so if you could keep asking your classmates to help you ejaculate, that is best for everyone. It's good training for the real world to actually have sex with them as well, although most of your class probably don't need training in that regard," she joked, as her head went straight to your half-erect cock.

As she gave you a blowjob, you held her head and closed your eyes in enjoyment, but then, "I also feel," she said, lifting yourself off of your cock despite you trying to push her back on, "that utilizing your classmates in such a manner can help form friendships and bonds, what with you being the new kid and all. All the teachers and staff have been thoroughly briefed in how to handle your situation as well. You don't need to be shy in asking Miss Palmer or Miss Angela or Coach Michael in assisting and..." you managed with all of your strength to push her back onto your cock, and cut her off as she went back to the blowjob.

She was the expert however, and had much more to say, so she managed to suck you dry as you began to spasm and orgasm down her throat. You thought you were done, and she thought so too, as she swallowed a bit more and exited, smiling at you as she attempted to get up and... bang, right in the eye. She held your cock firmly as a few good spurts kept shooting out, hitting her in the face and neck and chest.

You breathed heavy as she stayed on her knees, gently jerking your limp cock a little more to see if any more came out. "Incredible," she shook her head, as she stood up and laughed at her face in the mirror. "It's just so much!" she took a selfie, for scientific research no doubt, and set her phone down, grabbing a wash cloth and going to work.

"Anyway, as I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted," she joked, as she tried to clean out her eye in the emergency eye wash station. "We're having an assembly right now to inform your classmates, not just the homeroom crew, of your condition. We don't want any confusion, fainting spells, and of course, myocardial infarctions. There's a lot of whispers about you having sex with that girl this morning, so we want to make sure that they can expect more of that and will be required to help out if the need arises. I have also sent out an e-mail blast to all the parents on what to expect from a person with your condition. Usually the state handles notifications like that, but with you being diagnosed in another state, it might've slipped through the cracks."

She puts on her shirt, half-buttoned and fixes her hair. You get up to leave, but she stops you. "Do you want to put some pants on, first? Your call, Mister." She laughs.

In the assembly, Coach Michael, flanked by Principal Ellis finishes up his speech. "And, so, we all know what to do if we see John in such a condition. And what was that again, Haley?" he called upon Haley.

"Fuck him!" she yelled proudly as the crowd laughs.

"Uh, sort of. Just ask if he needs to cum. And watch your language, please. And if he's unable to respond, then, you can take matters into your own hands, so to speak." He nodded at Principal Ellis who returned the nod. Ellis glared at Haley as you came into view.

"Woo! Hey John!" shouted Haley from the back again, as you shrunk down behind Dr. Nikita. It was a small school, but there were still a good sixty or seventy students in attendance.

"Hi John" said Hannah, a little more gently from the front row, next to Elliot who nodded at you. You nodded at friendly faces, but felt a little sorry about taking her virginity earlier. You didn't even offer her a choice. Was that ****?

Dr. Nikita, who's shirt was wildly mis-buttoned and looked like a woman who just gave a blowjob, stepped forward. "I was in the back making sure John ejaculated, so we wouldn't have any incidents during the assembly," she began.

"Did he fuck you?!" yelled a question from some jock in the back.

"No," she calmly stated. "Just some oral sex. Sorry I didn't feel like demonstrating for the class, but John here seems to suffer from a little bit of crowd anxiety," she held you tight to prevent you from sliding away.

"Another reason for the assembly wasn't just to get you familiar with the needs of our newest student. But also a very specific reason," she turned to you, "John, we can't offer you a full-time attendant from our class, but since the end of the school year is fast approaching, Principal Ellis and I determined that you can choose from anyone in attendance here to assist you during school hours and extracurricular activities, and even at home, on occasion. We'll waive their classes, the ones they don't share with you, and they will get automatic graduation with you. Just give us a name."

You were dumbstruck. You weren't sure who to pick as your "sex assistant" or whatever Nikita was talking about, and she just smiled and turned to the crowd.

"Does anyone volunteer?" she asked.

You turned, and everyone, Hannah, Haley, Elliot, Kelly, it didn't matter. Everyone had their hands up. Sixty or seventy male and female students all agreeing on principle to help you ejaculate on command.

"Your choice," Nikita whispered in your ear.