I’m going to be a psychologist when I grow up. In fact, I believe I’ll specialize in sexual research. I’ve learned a few things already. For instance, if you want something, don’t be shy. Just ask! That seemingly simple technique works wonders!
Knowing that, I went to Dr. Wilton, the principal of our school, laid out my plan, and asked his permission. Now, you should know that our school is progressive. Established in 1978, it’s a ‘free school’ meaning open curriculum. Or, at least it was back in ’78. Over the years, it has become an almost typical high school, although instead of ordinary electives, we have two hours each afternoon to study exactly what we want. Much of this study is not on school grounds, but all over the city, at various volunteer mentors’ homes and places of business. The teachers, who prefer to call themselves ‘counselors’ guide us in integrating our own interests such that we end up writing, learning relevant math, and presenting our projects, so that we end up well-rounded. Interestingly, several graduates of our school have gone on to have illustrious careers.
So, when I told Dr. Wilton that I wanted to conduct a research study, involving 24 kids, he didn’t balk. Well, not entirely. When I told him I wanted 12 kids to masturbate together daily, then chronicle their results in their social lives against 12 kids who didn’t masturbate, or at least not as often and socially, he did his best to suppress an expression of shock, then he told me:
1. There was to be no sexual activity beyond masturbation. No penetrating of anyone’s anything.
2. None of the ‘counselors’ could supervise, because they could too easily be construed as being involved in illegal ways since we were minors.
3. For the same reason, this could not be conducted on school premises.
4. It was to be stated in any presentation, written, video, or live, that the school was in no way associated with this research.
Frankly, I was rather amazed that he went along with it at all. At the end, he told me that he thought it was a very valid experiment, and he would be very interested to read the results. He went on to say that masturbation ought to be a required subject in school, like physical education, so that students wouldn’t be dealing with pent up horniness, and therefore they’d be better able to study. I was my turn to be shocked, hearing this coming out of an adult!
Getting 12 kids to participate as masturbators wasn’t easy. Almost to a person, they said ‘yes’ then a day or so later they backed out. Finally, after pestering everyone in sight, I got my twelve, 8 boys, and 4 girls.
You’d think that getting the 12 control students would be easier. First, I went to the Christian club. They were amused, but informed me that Christians do masturbate, quite often, in fact. “This is not your father’s Christianity” they told me. We don’t hold wanking as a taboo.
Anyway, I got six kids from the club. After all, my control group wasn’t supposed be kids who didn’t jerk off at all. They were supposed to represent more-or-less normal kids. Finally, I also got six kids who weren’t in the club, two of which claimed that they don’t masturbate at all. All these kids had to do was fill out questionnaires about their social lives at the start and then again at the end of the six-week experiment. The masturbating group had to fill out the exact same questionnaires.
The last thing on the agenda was to find a place, since we couldn’t use any school facilities. My main counselor, Mr. Taylor, offered his guest house. This guy had inherited quite a bit of money. I believe he was a teacher by choice, not because he needed the money. His guest house was bigger than my family’s whole house, with a large, carpeted, well-furnished living room. Other school activities had been held there. He warned me that since he couldn’t be there to supervise, we’d better not leave a mess, or our use of the place would be terminated instantly. No food wrappers left on table tops, no stains on the carpet, and that sort of thing. I agreed.
The first day started out quite awkwardly. We had 10 kids, plus me as the moderator. I decided that I’d be one of the test subjects, as well. (How could I resist?) One of the boys, Jeremy, had a dental appointment on that first day.
We all gathered at Mr. Taylor’s house, and sat around on the sofas and chairs for quite a while making uncomfortable small talk. I didn’t quite know how to get the festivities under way. Fortunately, this group were all enthusiastic about what was to unfold, but not one was taking their clothes off. Kyle piped up with a suggestion, “Turn up the heat. It’s fucking cold in here.”
Oh, right, of course people would be more inclined to get naked if the room was warm. May found the thermostat and turned it up. Kendra suggested we might start with some dancing. A couple of the kids found Mr. Taylor’s stereo and CDs, and put on some music.
We started dancing. It was fun, even though there were twice as many boys as girls. Still, everyone was clothed, and the nervousness in the room was palpable. I figured out it was up to me to get things going, and if I didn’t start soon, I could feel that the people were going to start heading home, disappointed, and not likely to ever return.
I took off my shirt, so I was topless. A couple of the other boys followed my lead. Then, the magic got underway: Yvette took off her top, revealing her wonderful tits! Oh my god, I felt something like adrenaline flow through my lower stomach area. This was going to become real. Until now, I hadn’t allowed myself to fully imagine what was going to happen.
Teddy whistled, and the other boys were practically drooling. Come to think of it, I believe May was kind of drooling also. I was having trouble taking my eyes off Yvette, but when I glanced to my left, there was Sandra topless, also. Her tits were small, but absolutely beautiful.
Paul was the boldest among us, always the one to crack risqué jokes, always the life of the party in any group, always smiling, always willing to take dares, so it’s no surprise that he as casually as if he were stepping into his own home shower, he stripped totally naked in front of everyone. More than that, his little wiener, oddly still hairless, considering he was 15 years old, was sticking up at a 45 angle fully erect, and waving back and forth as he danced.
To shorten a long story, it wasn’t long before we were all naked, and all the boys were erect. The dancing kind of faded out, as we all took positions on the various chairs and couches in the room. No one was wanking at first. There were eight young erections at full attention, and four very excited young girls, but nothing was happening.
I said to myself, “OK,” took a deep breath, and started working the skin of my penis up and down. Within ten seconds, everyone else was wanking furiously.
Thinking intelligently for just a moment, I warned the boys not to get cum on the furniture. This caused May to laugh, adding, “And girls, don’t get anything wet, either!”
That first day, all the boys except Will came within a minute or two, and Will was only a couple minutes behind. The girls were all moaning and arching their backs in orgasmic delight also. Even though no one touched anyone, it was the most erotic day of my life. When I got home, I jerked off again, remembering the day, and especially the four pretty girls. Even May, with her extra-wide body, was a real looker, in my opinion.
We were obligated to meet at Mr. Taylor’s house three afternoons a week for the duration of the six-week experiment, and with great enthusiasm, almost everyone showed up all the time. There would be the occasional kid who missed a day due to a family obligation, medical exam, or maybe detention for doing something stupid in school, and they always expressed great disappointment.
I had recommended to everyone that we keep this whole thing a secret. That didn’t last long. The whole school was aware of our little group, and I was asked like a million times whether others could join. I really wanted to let them all in, but I couldn’t. It would either wreck the accuracy of the experiment, or maybe even get us all kicked out of Mr. Taylor’s guest house.
After that first day, it didn’t take us long to get really, really involved. I mean, by the end of the experiment, I had been wanked, and I had done lots of wanking of others. I had had my fingers in all the girls’ asses, and most of the boys, too. I was just loving my daily dose of fingering the various girls’ pussies. At the start, I didn’t think I’d care for oral sex at all, but after Kendra gave me that first blowjob, I was hooked. Kyle developed a strong liking for the taste of cum, so he sucked me many times. I learned to love giving cunnilingus, and fellatio, too.
However, we were all very good students. We never fucked anyone. Somehow, everyone was very good about that. Oh, there was lots of kissing and hugging going on, and two of the girls became quite steady with two of the guys, but at least in Mr. Taylor’s guest house, no one did anything in the way of fucking.
Six weeks came and went all too soon. I had all the kids from both groups fill out the questionnaires. Unfortunately, from a scientific point of view, the experiment was a failure. There were no discernible trends. I had hoped that the study would reveal that the masturbatory group was more socially settled, less frantic about sexual matters, than the other group, but the results were nearly the same for both groups, with perhaps just a slightly better outcome for the wankers.
There was only one thing to do about the nebulous results: Run the experiment again.