Prep Class

"Alright everyone. You know the protocol for class, everyone retrieve your assorted oils," said our teacher.

The first class of the day was always prep class. With the school hardwired to use its own students as sex toys, it made sense that the first class of the day was made with the express purpose of training their bodies to begin.

Everyone found their desks and opened the top to retrieve what they needed. Every desk was stocked with nothing but a variety of different forms of sexual lubricants. Some were clear and plain, others scented, many of them were flower oils usually used in perfumes, some were different cooking oils and some of them were flavored. You needed them to sit at your desk. Built into all of the identical desk chairs were all dildos, all the same cream-colored rubbery material to provide maximum pleasure and flexibility. It was a rule that all students sitting at a desk had to use it during class.

"Make sure you and your device are properly lubricated before use. I know all wounds heal fast here so I don't want to hear any wining from any of you if any of you start bleeding."

Mr. Wilde was always crass, many of his students referring to him as being like Professor Snape due to his dry attitude and his haircut.

I selected a lube, my favorite being grape-flavored sexual lube, and emptied a considerable amount onto my palm before I applied it to the false erection of the chair.

"Hey."

I turned to one of my neighboring students. His whole body was facing away from me, giving me full view of his naked, plump behind as he looked back to address me. I did not know his name personally, but I would always recognize him from his short dark-hair and pronounced eye-lashes. I could swear he wore make-up.

"Could you prep me up for me? I could do you too."

Oh God, is he flirting with me? I asked myself.

Without speaking, I emptied more lube into my hand and got into my knees. He spread his cheeks, giving me full view of his tiny hole. I swallowed hard, my erection painful and in full view. I pressed tow coated fingers onto the outside of his opening, rubbing the pink orifice before sliding in a finger. He bit his lower-lip, clearly enjoying the attention I was giving as he gripped onto the edge of the desk. I slid a second finger in as he gave a

Liking the responses I was getting from him, I dug deeper, fiddling with his insides until I found an interesting bump. Like a button, touching the nerve caused his erect cock to twitch and a louder gasp to escape him.

"Right there, keep doing that," the student cried out.

I decided to continue doing this, the other student grabbing one of his cheecks and tugged it further out, giving me a better opening to play with his ass.

Suddenly, a yard-stick wacked his desk. It was Mr. Wilde.

"You can play when class has ended. We are only prepping for now. Finish and be done."

"Whatever you say Oscar."

"It is Mr. Wilde during class, Mr. Anciel."

The student gave a disappointed look before he stood up, unwittingly pulling his ass away from my hand, freeing my fingers.

"Now it's my turn to do you," he said, giving my face a quick caress, causing my face to burn harder.

Without responding, I stood up, turned around and bent over, keeping ym hands on the desk like I was being searched by a cop.

"Hmm," pondered Anciel. He gave my bare ass a slap before he bent down to get a better look. "You have a cute butt," he said, licking his lips as he parted my cheeks.

He retrieved a bottle of lube, its rosey-scent strong enough for me to smell it immediately, as he greased his hands and proceeded to insert his fingers inside me the same way

I was a virgin back in the living world, the most experience I ever had sexually being masturbating to images of celebrities and pegging with small sex toys, so feeling someone else touch me like this was exhilarating. He was not shy about it either, his fingers playing with my insides like it was a new toy.

"You like it when I touch you like this?" He asked rhetorically, knowing full-well the answer.

"Today, Mr. Anciel?" Exclaimed Mr. Wilde from across the room.

The boy gave an annoyed pout before he removed his fingers from my insides. He place his hands on my shoulders and pressed against me, his erection on my lower back and his bare chest resting against my shoulder blades.

"We'll continue this later," he whispered in my ear.