Anatomy Lesson for Girls
This is an out-of-competition entry in the ATF Story Writing Contest 2024/I. The story is posted by the organizer. The actual author of the story will remain anonymous until at least the end of the contest.
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The crystalline waters of the small and humble island of Cythera have always been a source of wonder and attention, for it is said that it was in these very waters that Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and beauty, was born, emerging, fully grown inside a seashell amidst sea foam and blood [1].
Since that fateful day, Cythera has been considered part of her sanctuary, so it should come as no surprise that it was here where young girls from all over the known world came to study and train with the hopes of one day becoming priestesses of the fabled Goddess. And in time they created what today is known as the prestigious Saint Valentino's Academy for Gifted Girls, who, among its male counterpart (located in Boeotia , relatively close to Thespies, on the other side of the Gulf of Corinth), seeks to rescue and educate abused and battered children from all over the world and transform them in Priestesses and Priests willing to serve the Gods of love and their cause for the good of all mankind.
And it is with this same purpose that a group of students from this prestigious institute has been selected to partake of a very special class.
Saint Valentino’s Academy for Gifted Girls
Room 23e
"Good morning, girls!" the firm voice of Professor Ariadne Pachis echoed in the classroom, stopping the excited group of girls of varying ages in their tracks.
"Good morning, Professor Pachis!" The girls immediately stood up and greeted their teacher in a quasi-military fashion before awaiting in eerie silence for her response.
"Very well, let's begin with our morning prayer, shall we?" Professor Pachis announced rather than ask and closed her eyes, silently indicating the class to mimic her as they started to recite their prayer from memory, as they did every day before class.
flawless in form, unsurpassed in grace and beauty.
Shining Aphrodite, constant in your presence,
subtle your schemes, overwhelming your power,
irresistible your treasures. Kind-hearted one,
mistress of feelings, I praise and honour you
Oh Aphrodite, who strips away self-control,
who leaves sweet desire in its place, I pray to you.
Glorious Goddess, source of passion, I thank you
for precious moments of instinct, for fire and fury,
for the depth of pleasure, for the essence of need:
Aphrodite, dearest Goddess, grant me your gifts.
"You may be seated," Professor Pachis announced with authority as the prayer came to an end and silence took over the classroom once more.
The woman took a moment to stare at her audience, a rather diverse group of young girls ranging from 11 to 14 years of age, all of them looked at her with excited expectation; doubtlessly aware of what it meant to be selected to take this particular lecture.
"Very well, let us begin!" Professor Pachis spoke and turned around to write on the blackboard with big broad letters:
The woman hadn't finished writing the title when the familiar sound of confused whispers and excitement took over the room.
"Male anatomy? But we've already seen that! We learned about it in health class," some older girls complained with clear confusion in their voices. Meanwhile, the younger girls seemed too shocked to even speak—the deep blush on their faces said more than they could not.
The random chatter and tittering was shattered when a high-pitched voice cried out, "Finally, the secrets of boys revealed!" an 11-year-old student exclaimed, with a triumphant look on her face.
Professor Pachis couldn't help but to smile upon hearing her students' reactions to the day's lesson, she walked over to her desk to give one final look at the class before starting the lesson.
"When I say the word cupid, what comes to your mind?" she asked, and several hands raised in the air, eager to take part.
"Yes, Monica?"
"The name the Romans used to call Eros, the God of Love? Madam." the girl ventured.
"Yes, but while that is factually correct, this is not the answer I'm looking for." Professor Pachis clarified before picking another raised hand.
"What about you, Nicole?"
"Saint Valentine's Day and renaissance art? Madam," the girl asked, unsure of where this was going.
"Indeed, this is what the average person thinks when anyone mentions the word cupid, but don't take my word for it; let's take a look and see what the collective consciousness of mankind has distilled into the World Wide Web on the subject, shall we?" Professor Pachis announced, rather than ask and with a flick of her wrist and a gesture, the blackboard at the front of the room, along with her writing vanished and was replaced by a massive screen showcasing a very popular search engine.
Once Professor Pachis had finished typing in the desirable search terms (that is, images related to the word cupid) through the handy keyboard integrated to her desk, the screen showed the search results directly. A never-ending stream of cutesy caricatures; depicting little toddler boys armed with bow, arrows, white wings and sometimes, nappies mixed in with hundreds of fine art paintings depicting the same basic imaginary suddenly flooded the screen. There were costumes, drawings and engravings, darkened silhouettes, sculptures and more.
"Now, class, do you remember the names of all the Erotes?" Professor Pachis asked as she showcased several classic paintings to the class.
As if on cue, the girls started chanting the names of the gods in unison. "Eros, Anteros, Himeros, Pothos, Hedylogos, Hymenaeus, and Hermaphroditus."
"Exactly, that makes a total of seven Erotes, yet if you see on many of these paintings, it is exceedingly rare for the seven to be represented and identified in art. Now, how are the gods normally depicted in the art we've seen?"
It wasn't unanimous, nor was it enthusiastic, but some students raised their hands to answer. Professor Pachis called on a girl in the front row of desks who had her hand raised.
"Well, the gods normally have things that are associated with them, Madam"
"That is correct, for example in art that depicts Anteros, he is commonly shown to have butterfly wings, additionally, he is often represented with a golden club or arrows that are tipped with lead." Professor Pachis explained.
"And yet, in the majority of the art we've seen today, there have only been the normal nondescript representations; the little toddlers with the white bird wings that all look, more or less, the same. It's almost as if…" Professor Pachis didn't finish the sentence deliberately, leaving the class in suspense.
"Excuse me, Professor Pachis, madam?" a voice called out.
Professor Pachis turned to find out which of her students had spoken. She noticed one particular girl in the middle of the class raising her hand politely to ask a question. Professor Pachis nodded to her to proceed. "Do you know the answer, Samantha?"
Samantha, nodded. "That these cupids aren't meant to represent the Gods of Love we know, Madam."
"That's correct, Samantha," Professor Pachis praised her student. "Now, if the cupids in art are not meant to represent the Gods of Love, then what do they represent?" All the girls had a blank look in their eyes, it seemed that none were willing to attempt to answer this question. Professor Pachis sighed a little but had figured this would be the response. "Class, what you see here are what we call minor erotes. They are the sons of the Gods of Love."
With another flick of her wrist, the search results had disappeared. In its place now appeared an illustration, not unlike one found in a doctor's office, which depicted a side-by-side view of the naked front and back of what appeared to be a young boy on the brink of puberty, if at all, judging by the utter lack of body hair of any kind.
However, something was odd about this illustration beyond the fact that the boy in question had been drawn exceedingly beautiful and very realistic. On the boy's back were a pair of small feathered wings which were extended as if the angelic boy was about to take off and fly around the room. Another small detail that seemingly went virtually unnoticed was the presence of a small heart shaped mark on the boy's right butt cheek.
"Class, this is what a cupid actually looks like."
"Wait, but aren't cupids supposed to be, like little, chubby, winged babies?" a perplexed Samantha asked more to herself than to the class but, it didn't go unnoticed by Professor Pachis
"What was that, Samantha? Please say it again, but louder."
Samantha blushed at being singled out but did as asked and restated her question louder. "Aren't cupids supposed to be like, little chubby, winged, toddlers or babies, like in the art you showed us? What you're showing there looks to be a normal 12-year-old boy who had wings glued onto his back. I should know, my cubicle is dedicated to them, Madam."
"Dedicated to the cupids that look like small chubby babies or the ones here who look like young adolescent boys?" Professor Pachis returned with an amused smile.
The class broke out in laughter and giggling. Samantha sank in her chair.
"She isn't kidding either, pretty much every available spot is covered in the baby cupids," one of Samantha's roommates playfully teased her. Which caused Samantha to blush and to sink even further in her chair, until her face was just visible above her desk.
Seeing the blush on Samantha's face, Professor Pachis knew she needed to regain control over her class. "Well, you see, what you are describing are called putti or amorines, and while they can be an artistic representation of the erotes and thus what people typically think cupids look like, isn't actually true."
Now that the class was again focused on Professor Pachis, Samantha felt it was safe again to sit properly in her chair.
"Outside this school, we let normal folks think that cupids, or minor erotes, are little winged babies; It helps the real cupids maintain their identity a secret, and it allows them to walk around the realm of mankind as normal boys without having to be invisible all the time."
"I-I'm sorry, but even as much of a devotee of our goddess as I am, as we all in this room are, everyone knows that cupids are merely artistic representations and don't actually exist, Madam," scoffed Samantha. The professor just stared at her with a single raised eyebrow. "… they don't exist! There are no myths that talk about them… right?" added a sudden, remarkably unsure Samantha.
"Let's find out then, shall we?" The professor gave Samantha a small smile before she procured a medallion from her pocket. The medallion appeared to have a large carved jewel embedded on its centre. She then walked to the centre of the room with the medallion in hand. The woman began to chant solemnly.
"Oh, sweet children of Eros and his brethren; I beseech thee, grace us with your divine presence so that we may partake of your gifts." The class was full of excited and scared teenage girls and a still rather sceptic Samantha.
Silence reigned supreme amidst the room until suddenly the jewel in the woman's hand started to shine, immediately afterwards the lights flickered. The screen of where the blackboard once was changed to show nothing but static before turning itself off; Then, as if on cue, the lights flickered their last and plunged the room into oppressive darkness. The only sound that could be heard was that of a room full of young girls screaming in panic.
As soon as the screaming subsided, Samantha sensed that a presence was suddenly next to her that she knew for sure that it hadn't been there a moment before. "Hi, Samantha," the girl heard an unknown but decidedly boyish voice whisper in her ear, which caused the poor girl to jump out of her place with a panicked scream in her throat. This was followed by a mischievous giggle that seemed to flow around the room.
"That wasn't nice, Billy," Professor Pachis spoke up as she turned on the lights, causing all the girls in the room to give out a collective gasp.
Samantha was the most startled for instead of a boy being next to her; as she had expected, in the front right corner of the room, where once was just space now stood a light-skinned, raven-haired 12-year-old boy with green eyes. He was wearing something that seemed reminiscent of a rather skimpy suit of armour with blue hues, although not like anything they had ever seen before.
Instead of a heavy helmet, the boy's head was crowned with what seemed to be a circlet with an emerald in the shape of a heart sitting at the centre of the forehead, flanked by small but intricately detailed golden wings; the ears were covered with the same wing-like pattern painstakingly sculpted in the metal but large enough to cover the area and even protrude a little over his head. His chest and shoulders were protected by the strange armour, but his slim and well sculpted midriff had been left completely bare. On his arms were a peculiar pair of what seemed to be gauntlets that reached all the way to the elbows but had the peculiarity of leaving the fingertips bare despite being entirely metallic.
An elaborate metallic belt adorned his waist and extended downwards to cover his hips but left both his front and behind unarmoured and exposed. That said, the parts that made him a boy were still covered and concealed, this due to a chiton, or flowy white cloth, which hung just low enough.
To the girls, the chiton felt not so different from their own skirts, rather than anything they ever expected a boy to wear, and it was plain to every girl in the room that standing in front of them was indeed a boy. To finish it off, a long pair of thin sabatons with golden spurs shaped like wings that sprouted from his armoured ankles which covered the top of his feet and also all the way up to his metallic knee pads ending just before his smooth thighs, leaving them bare and exposed.
The most remarkable thing about the boy's strange appearance was, perhaps, a pair of soft raven bird-like wings protruding from his back.
"No, it was not nice, but would they really have believed anything else?" another decidedly boyish voice spoke from the back of the classroom.
The girls immediately turned around to see the newcomer to find another 12-year-old looking boy dressed in an armour of similar design as the one who, apparently, was named Billy; although, his was a little simpler, covered slightly less of his body, had red hues instead of blue and his circlet had a glistening heart shaped sapphire instead. This boy had a noticeable tan, long brunet locks and mesmerising blue eyes and a set of elaborate but small metallic wings sprouting from the back of his strange armour.
"Don't encourage him, Eddy, and come to the front," Professor Pachis gently but firmly warned the erote.
The boy just shrugged and did as told. But instead of walking, and perhaps as a way to reaffirm to the girls that this was no elaborate practical joke. He bent his knees and then shot into the air above their heads, slowly gliding to the front of the classroom. The wings on the back of his armour were now flapping around as would a bird's wings. It was soon made clear, judging by the giggling and tittering from some girls beneath him, that more than one had figured out that the young erote wasn't wearing anything under his flowy chiton, clearly showing off some of what made him boy to those lucky girls.
"Hello ladies, we heard that some among you thought we didn't exist." Eddy smiled, and the girls couldn't help but to blush; despite appearing younger than some of the girls present, both boys were exceptionally cute, beautiful even.
Professor Pachis looked disapprovingly at Eddy as he landed in front of the blackboard at the front of the room, then turned back to the class. "Well, now that our young cupid here has taken his time to show off his wares. It is time to learn about the male anatomy." She turned to look at both Eddy and Billy, who had joined him.
"Now, before we begin, some introductions are in order; Boys, if you would be so kind?"
"I am William Cooper, son of Himeros, but you may simply call me Billy!" The cupid in the blue armour introduced himself.
"And I am Edward Davis, son of Anteros, but you may simply call me Eddy!" the second cupid added.
Once both boys had given their names they both made a small reverence in gentlemanly fashion towards the excited girls with the expected effect.
"Now boys, would you, please be so kind as to remove your armour and clothes and show the rest of the class what Eddy has already previewed to those who looked up?" Professor Pachis was quick to retake control of the class, although the look of surprise on many of the girls wasn't lost on the erotes.
Eddy and Billy locked eyes in mischief for a moment before they gave the rest of the class a wide playful grin. Professor Pachis briefly wondered for a moment what in the world she was thinking when she agreed to have these boys attend her class today.
"Sure thing, Madam!" they exclaimed, before they each raised an arm in the air and snapped their fingers. Both sets of armour immediately started to glow and then disassembled from their bodies on its own, only to reassemble into a small sculpture that seemed to represent the abstract figure of an erote before floating away to store themselves on an upper shelf at the back of the class.
Both boys were left wearing little else than their short white chitons and elaborate leather sandals; they locked eyes once more and decided to give their eager but silent audience a little show.
First, they slowly undid their belt that was hidden underneath the armour and kept their chiton tight against their body; the belt itself looked to be made of fine leather with what seemed to be gold and silver embossed into it and was just as elaborate as their sandals. For their next step, both boys undid the silver clasp on their shoulders making the silky fabric that covered their young bodies slid off, but they didn't fall to the floor; instead, it seemed like a certain part of the boy's anatomy had served as an obstacle, leaving the clothes perched right at their crotch.
The room was submerged in dead silence, none of the girls dared to look away, nor speak, entranced as they were.
"Boys?" Professor Pachis finally broke the silence, urging the playful boys to stop playing games and finish already.
With a slight movement of their hips, both pieces of cloth finally hit the floor, leaving the cupids completely naked (except for their sandals) and exposed to the whole class of speechless girls.
As observed before, the boys couldn't possibly be older than 12—13 tops—and thus neither were particularly big in the manhood department however not a single one of the girls present could say that they were small either, as the boys' bodies were perfectly proportionate, and possessed of a strange beauty, almost as if they were living works of art.
Despite being completely nude in front of a group of teenage girls, neither boy lost their cheeky smile nor showed any sign of embarrassment other than a slight pink tint on their soft cheeks, inviting the girls to ogle them freely. Many a girl became red in the face and started to fan themselves. While others whistled cat calls or simply started to drool.
Even Professor Pachis had blushed some and needed to fan herself before she was able to get the rest of the class under control. "Settle down, class, settle down. Okay, who can tell us what is different about these two boys?"
Almost at once, every girl raised their hand, hoping to be called on.
It never ceased to amuse Professor Pachis, that in all of her years of teaching at the academy, this was the lecture when suddenly every single girl wanted to participate. If only I could have these boys in my class for every lecture, she chuckled to herself. Scanning the crowd, she chose a student. "Cynthia?"
"One boy has black wings and the other boy had metal wings, but they went away? Where did they go, madam?"
"I can take this one, Madam," Eddy offered with the same winning smile.
"Go ahead, Eddy."
"We, minor erotes—sons of the Gods of Love and born of mortal mothers—aren't born with wings and must win them instead. This is why our sacred protection, our armour, given to us by our fathers, include these metallic wings to allow us to fly and fulfil our duties with ease." Eddy explained without skipping a beat.
"So that means that you two are…"
"Demigods? Yes, we are," Billy answered.
"Thank you, boys; that was a great response. Now, Billy; Eddy brought up something that may have confused the girls here. Will you tell the class, please, what Eddy meant when he said that you both are minor erotes?" asked the professor.
"Sure, professor; minor erote is our official title as sons of the Gods of Love, who are in turn known as major erotes themselves (or just erotes). The name cupid is something that got popularised later on, after the Roman Empire started calling Our Lord Eros by that name, and by the renaissance, every putti and amorin was being called a cupid already and the name just kind of stuck ever since."
A little brunette girl raised her hand high. "Go ahead and ask your question, Debby," Professor Pachis said, acknowledging the girl.
"Umm, … what is an a-amorin?"
Billy smiled at Debby, "An amorin is an alternative name that Italians sometimes use to call the putti, and sometimes it's also used to refer to small children. It basically translates to little love."
"Very nice. Billy, can you tell the class a bit about what it is you cupids do?"
"We hold the title of guardians of love and thus our task is to make sure love blooms in the world, as well as punishing those who make bad use of it"
"Are there no female cupids?" queried another girl.
"That is correct, all erotes are male by birth; except for, perhaps, the children of Hermaphroditus, God Protector of Marriage, who by virtue of their dual nature are considered to be both male and female at the same time."
Judging by the looks of the girls, it would seem that the existence of the children of Hermaphroditus had caught their attention.
"How can anyone be male and female at the same time?" a young girl whispered.
"Does that mean they got…" another girl asked for herself but couldn't bring herself to complete her question; at least, not out loud!
"I believe I'm more qualified to answer that." The soft, melodic voice of a stranger filled the room, making everybody turn around towards the back of the class, where a new cupid was standing.
Unlike the other two, the soft-spoken newcomer had a decidedly more androgynous appearance. He had silky shoulder-length blond hair and small but neatly tied braids that framed his face. His deep blue eyes behind long eyelashes and cherry lips made it hard to believe that this was, in fact, a boy. Like the other two cupids, he wore the strange armour with pride. His armour was a lot like the kind that Eddy wore, including metallic wings on his back. What made the armour distinct was that this one had a purple hue and the heart shaped gem on his headband was a diamond instead
"Took you long enough," Billy smirked.
"Yeah, sorry, I'm late! Had to make an emergency intervention, a woman almost killed her husband due to misplaced jealousy…" the newcomer spoke without elaborating any further.
"Ah, Cameron, you've arrived just in time, would you mind presenting yourself to the class and stripping?" Professor Pachis asked.
"Right away, Madam!" the cheerful cupid answered before calmly walking to the front and taking his place between the other two cupids. Once there, he greeted both boys by the way of a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to address the girls.
"Hello everyone, my name is Cameron Page, son of Hermaphroditus, minor erote at the service of the Gods of Love and the House of Aphrodite, at your service" the cupid introduced himself as he repeated the same process that the other two already had. With a quick snap of his fingers, the strange armour he was wearing left his body on its own and joined the other two sets at the back of the room.
Cameron wasted no time removing his chiton instead of making a spectacle out of it and before anyone knew it, he was already standing in between Billy and Eddy showing off his naked body with a large grin plastered on his face.
The differences between Cameron and the other two boys quickly became apparent to the girls. Even though it was clear as day that Cameron had a pretty nice male equipment for his apparent age, there was something decidedly feminine about his body, he was ever so slightly taller than the other 2 boys, his hips seemed to be bigger, rounder, softer and had some semblance of curves, much more like their own, as opposed to the more square frame of the other two boys; not to mention how even his chest looked different, albeit, not terribly so, it looked as if he had some semblance of breasts.
After giving the girls a bit of time to look over his body, Cameron continued, "As you can see, I have a penis and testicles like my brothers here, however, unlike them, I also have breasts and, though you cannot tell, a uterus—"
Almost immediately, girls started putting their hands in the air, pleading to be called on to ask a question. Cameron chuckled, "Wow, I didn't realise I had become so popular." The class laughed along with him. "Okay, let's see, how about you." Cameron pointed to a girl on the far right of the room wearing a red bandana.
"Are you trans?"
"I can see why you'd think that, given how many trans folk look up to and worship my father, but no; we, the children of Hermaphroditus, aren't trans. If we had to be classified into a category used by the world of man, then the closest one would be intersex [2] given that we were born like this and don't suffer from gender dysphoria."
"F-father? Isn't that insensitive?"
"Oh? Why would it be? They certainly didn't give birth to me. Like my brothers here, I too was born from a mortal woman, so I don't think it's insensitive to call them father."
"If you and your siblings are both male and female at the same time, then how do you identify?"
"Well, this depends on the person, really. But as a general rule, you can expect most of us to either not care too much about it and/or simply default to male, since, despite our looks, it's still easier to pass for a boy than it would be to pass for a girl…" the Erote explained as he pointed at his crotch.
"If you have a uterus, does that mean you can get pregnant?"
"Nope, sorry. Even though all of us, the children of Hermaphroditus, were given a uterus and breasts, we are completely sterile. We have no eggs and produce no sperm. Furthermore, we can't produce a uterine lining. Medically, doctors don't know what to call it but," Cameron shrugged, "it is what it is."
"But that is so pointless then!" the girl pouted in disappointment. "Why have a uterus if it doesn't do anything?"
Cameron shrugged at her outburst, "Why do boys have nipples when they serve absolutely no function at all?" Cameron good-naturedly countered. "It's just one of the quirks of who we are."
Professor Pachis made sure to interject before the girl could respond. "Now, Tina, that isn't any way to speak to a guest, is it?"
Tina was sullen, but knew she needed to agree. "No, madam." Then looking up at the new cupid. "I'm sorry if I insulted you. I was just surprised."
Before Cameron could reply, Billy hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him into a headlock, while using his other hand to give him a noogie.
While the two were occupied—Cameron trying to free himself—Eddy leaned around them and smiled at the girl, "Don't worry about it, Tina, we knew you didn't mean anything bad by it.
"This may be a good moment to point out that, sterility is a trait we all share as demigods due to our hybrid nature, we are all unable to father children." Eddy explained before giving Billy an audible spank on his bare bottom, forcing him to finally release Cameron, who didn't seem to be terribly upset about it and was, in fact, ready to pounce back at him. But before that happened another slap was heard and this time it was Cameron dancing around with his hands on his butt.
"What? Then what is the point of cupids having balls or genitals at all then?" The incredulous voice of a girl echoed in the classroom at the same moment that the entire class had gone quiet.
The girl in question just went red and barely managed to mumble a small "sorry" before nailing her eyes to the floor; fortunately, the 3 cupids seemed to find her really amusing and took no offence.
"Well, balls also produce hormones, so... Eddy explained with his usual shit eating grin; the boy felt an, oh so powerful, need to walk up to the girl's desk, take the girl's hand and then place it over his body, his beating heart, his hips or perhaps…? But he refrained himself from doing so, knowing that the professor would probably not allow it.
"Next question?" the stern voice of Professor Pachis interrupted the rough housing cupids in the act. Hearing the tone and implied threat in the professor's voice, the three boys quickly stopped what they were doing and got back into a straight line, shoulder-to-shoulder, across the front.
"Are all cupids gay?"
"We cupids don't really use such modern terms and labels, but to keep it simple, according to today's world we would be classified as bisexuals."
"D-do you get periods?" a shy looking young girl stuttered, her face as red as it could be.
"Since a period is caused by the uterus shedding its lining, and mine does not produce the lining in the first place, it cannot be said that we get periods per se—" Cameron flinched as soon as he said those words, as if he had felt the jealousy of every girl in the room.
"They lay eggs instead!" Billy affirmed with such confidence that it almost caught the other two cupids off guard.
After a swift recovery, Eddy couldn't help but add on, "just like a chicken!"
Needless to say, all the girls were shocked at this revelation. Even Professor Pachis was taken aback, because of the sheer confidence that Billy effused. Nothing in all of her research or the sacred texts had suggested this. Could this be a deeply kept secret?
"Yeah, they taste great with a touch of hot sauce!" Cameron deadpanned.
The three boys were only able to keep the serious look on their faces for a few moments before they each erupted in full body-shaking laughter. Slowly the girls started to join in until the entire classroom was filled with the sound of laughter and shrieks.
Wiping her eyes, Professor Pachis attempted to regain control of the room. "Thank you, boys." Professor Pachis noticed that a girl in the middle of the room had her hand raised for a bit now and couldn't help but sigh. "Yes, Chantel? What is your question?"
"So going back to what adorable Eddy said, since you cupids are responsible for love blooming across the world, can I, like, blame you guys if my crush doesn't find me attractive?"
A wave of laughter erupted from the peculiar question that was quickly pacified by Professor Pachis.
"I'm afraid that is not how it works, you see; we are not allowed to interfere or go against people's free will, we can only nudge people in the right direction for them, but if they don't take it, there's not a lot we can do," answered Billy.
"So, in other words, that's on your crush, not us," added Eddy with a cheeky smile.
"So, like, if I pray really hard to Eros or something, can he nudge my crush to look at me?"
"Attempts can be made depending on your crush's needs and desires, likewise, the cupid assigned to you is probably trying to nudge you towards that person, but we cannot guarantee that they'll look back."
"B-But I really need Frey Anderson to love me! Wait, I have a cupid assigned to me? Is he, like, cute or something? It would suck to have an ugly cupid assigned to me—"
"Frey Anderson, as in the vocalist from the famous rock band Phimosis?" Another girl blurted out incredulously, preventing Chantel from finishing that rather rude statement.
Yet another wave of laughter erupted from the class responding to Chantel's wishes, making the three cupids suppress the impulse of facepalming.
"Alright, that's enough, Chantel, Class," Professor Pachis quickly came to the rescue. "Now that that is hopefully out of your system, girls," said Professor Pachis with a disapproving stare to the entire class. "Boys, will you please tell us how you are different from normal boys and how you are similar?"
"Well, for starters, we cupids don't physically age past 12 or 13," Billy started.
"Yeah, Billy here is almost 350 years old, and he barely looks a day over 12!" Eddy explained with a cheeky smile.
"Says the 200-year-old." Billy stuck his tongue out at his partner.
One of the girls raised her hand. Billy saw her and motioned for her to continue. "How old are you, Cameron?"
"I—" Cameron started to answer before being cut off by Eddy and shouldered to the side.
With a wink to the class, Eddy sniggered, "He's an old geezer, he's like 1,000 years old!"
Cameron fought Eddy aside and shrieked, "No, I'm not!"
"No?" Eddy, trying to act innocent, asked.
Regaining some of his composure. Cameron said, "No. I am only 61 years old, thank you!"
Billy placed a hand to the side of his mouth and stage whispered to the class, "See? Old geezer."
"Hey!" Cameron indigently shrieked again.
"Did you meet Elvis?" a random girl in the crowd shouted out
"Can't say I did, Billy did meet Mozart, though." Cameron answered.
"Yeah, he had a wicked sense of humour—"
The sound of Professor Pachis clearing her voice cut through the chatter like a whip. "Please, continue boys," the stern voice of Professor Pachis imposed silence among the girls.
"It should come as no surprise, but because our bodies stop physically ageing around 12 or 13, we lack the ability to produce body hair of any kind, not just pubes.
"What else? Ah! Our prostate is bigger than that of a normal boy or man, and far more sensitive," Eddy grinned, which had all the girls break out into giggles.
"And all of us Cupids are born with a birthmark that identifies us."
"Yeah, it's shaped like a heart and although it can be located anywhere in our body, it is more commonly found around the butt." Cameron added and as if on cue all three cupids turned around to showcase their own birthmarks on their beautiful behinds. Eddy and Billy had theirs on opposite sides of their perky behinds, however Cameron's behind was bare and showed no signs of any mark whatsoever.
"Um, w-where is your mark, Cameron?" A red-faced girl asked. Without any hesitation, both Eddy and Billy placed their hands upon Cameron's butt and slowly spread the ample cheeks apart to reveal his most intimate spot as well as his birthmark, right on the inside of his left cheek.
Such a sight earned the three boys a wave of cheers, whistles, and screams as the unprepared girls realised what they were seeing. The air was heavy with the amount of estrogen that was being given off in the room.
Professor Pachis had to shout to be heard above all the noise. "Alright, girls! Settle down now. I think this would be a good moment for us all to take a ten-minute break and calm down. Drink some water, grab a snack, and use the bathroom if you need to. Please don't bother the boys, they need a break as well
In no time flat, the classroom had emptied of all the girls. It seemed that getting hot and bothered by three cupids putting on a sexual display made the girls very thirsty and hungry.
The three boys, on their part, decided not to bother with dressing up and settled for casually sitting on the desks at the front row to rest their legs. They were careful to not disturb any of the papers or other items the girls had on top of them.
Professor Pachis had to take a moment to compose herself before addressing the rowdy trio; cupids or otherwise, at the end of the day, they were still boys, and as a Priestess of Aphrodite and a teacher specialised in girls both, dealing with boys wasn't exactly her forte. Perhaps if the situation was different, she could… no, this wasn't the time to let such wild thoughts roam loose on her mind; not when she had three capable empaths with over 500 years of combined experience right in front of her.
"Well, boys, that was quite the show you put on there." The boys smiled back at the professor, and each agreed that it was a lot of fun.
However, before she could continue and warn the boys against teasing the girls too much, a loud noise outside the room interrupted her, taking her attention from the boys for good.
The professor let out a heavy sigh, "Just my luck, I'll be back, you three stay out of trouble, you hear?" With that, Professor Pachis ran out of the room, closing the classroom door behind her.
Cameron stretched his arms out high, puffed out his chest, and yawned. "Ahh, that feels better now." The other two boys couldn't help but follow suit as they stretched and yawned.
"Hey, do you know what we could do?" Billy spoke with a glint in his eyes,
"What?" responded Eddy and Cameron together.
"Well, all of that play earlier got me really wound up. What if we had a quick circle jerk and relieve some tension?"
Cameron gasped, and Eddy's eyes went wide with surprise. "But are you sure we should do that? Professor Pachis is probably going to want us to cum for the class to see," exclaimed Cameron.
Billy laughed. "One time won't hurt, we are cupids after all…"
"In that case, I got an idea-"
"No anal, there's not enough time, and we have no way to clean up." Cameron interrupted Eddy's train of thought.
"I hate it when you're right, but that's not what I was going to say." Eddy frowned.
"Then out with it, the clock's ticking!"
"Why don't you give us a blow job?" Eddy told Cameron rather than ask.
"And why me?" Cameron complained.
"Because you were late, dear Cameron," Eddy said.
"Yup, it's the rules" Billy agreed.
"... I'm pretty sure you just made that up."
"Please? We'll do you afterwards!" the older pair pleaded like little children.
"B-but my breath is going to stink of cum!"
"And how is this different from any other day?"
"Pfft, nice friends you two are; come on, get over here." Cameron gave up as he stood up from the desk he was sitting on and got on his knees.
The two older cupids didn't have to be told twice and soon had their hard cocklets right in Cameron's face, who wasted no time slurping them as if they were but delicious morsels.
"B-Bill" Eddy called his fellow cupid as they both enjoyed the sensation of their delicate skin against the other and the warmth of Cameron's tongue.
"W-what is it, Ed?" Billy tried to ask, but he quickly found his lips invaded by Eddy's, but far from rejecting the sudden passionate kiss, the cupid was quick to return it with even more force, soon their tongues found themselves amidst an epic battle for supremacy as Cameron greedily slurped on their hard pricks and his fingers buried themselves between their soft behinds.
"T-that was a-amazing, but why?" a confused Billy asked after breaking the kiss, searching for air.
"The girls are watching, I just thought we could give them a little show." Eddy explained as he averted his eyes to the window' where the heads of about five or six girls could be barely seen and gave them a coquettish wink before going for another kiss.
However, this second kiss wasn't meant to last, as the boys' movement became erratic, and they started moaning, unable to control themselves, meanwhile Cameron redoubled his efforts as if his life depended on milking the two boys.
Neither boy was able to say anything that sounded mildly intelligible as they flooded Cameron's mouth with their milky seed in unison.
Cameron, on his part, seemed to have little trouble handling the discharge of not one but two cupids at the same time and greedily drank it all as his own rock hard cocklet had long since created a puddle under it in a mix of arousal and anticipation for his turn.
However, it was not to be.
"Ahem." Professor Pachis was standing at the door with an indescribable expression on her face, though, the trio of playful Cupids had no such problem deciphering her expression; to them, it was pretty clear that the woman had a colossal internal struggle between the feeling of anger, laughter, or was that lust they were feeling from the stern teacher?
Either way, upon seeing themselves caught red-handed, all the trio managed to do was to quickly reform their line and put their best angelic face and charming smile which created quite a picturesque scene, given that two of the three cocklets were still quite shiny from the reflection of the room's lights on their still moist cocklets.
"I must say, boys, when I told the rest of the class to go get a snack, this is not what I had in mind." she finally replied with an amused look on her face after quickly and effectively burying her lustful thoughts—and the particular idea of dusting off her old strap-on and using it to pound those three adorable boy pussies to Jupiter and back.
"Here, clean yourselves up, and the mess you've made in my floor." Professor Pachis produced a package of moist towelettes from one of her pockets for the boys to use.
"Yes Madam." The three boys spoke in unison.
As soon as the boys were presentable again, Professor Pachis summoned the girls back in, but not before sneaking a mint to Cameron without the notice of the class.
Once the girls were reseated and the cupids back to where they belonged, the lesson resumed from where it had left off.
"Right, so, physically, we're not terribly different from any otherwise normal boy," Billy added while trying to conceal a slight pink tint on his cheeks.
"But we have other abilities we're known for, such as how our sixth sense makes us born empaths, our singing voices and ease to learn to play musical instruments and good marksmanship skills."
"Sixth sense?" a girl piped up. "I thought there were only five senses."
"There are five natural senses, but there are other senses beyond them"
Feeling like the questions had derailed the purpose of the class too much, Professor Pachis quickly took control again.
"That's enough questions for now, girls, there will be time for that later; let's continue the class. Now that we know more about our cupid friends, let's focus on their anatomy. Billy and Cameron, could you boys please stand on top of my desk here so that the whole class can see you better?"
Billy nodded and then floated up to stand on the indicated desk, closely followed by Cameron, who simply climbed the desk like a normal boy would; Once both boys were standing on the desk a couple of small cameras emerged from the desk so an enhanced view of their image was soon showing on the screen that had again replaced the blackboard. This allowed all the girls in the class to get a good close up view of that which made them male.
"OK, first things first, do any of you know what purpose does the nipples serve on a male?"
The whole class stayed silent until a single hand was raised.
"Yes, Maria?"
"They do not serve any purpose, as they are but an evolutionary remnant."
"Correct, however, because of this, it should be noticed that males do have breast tissue and as such have the ability to not only develop breast cancer; but, under certain circumstances, to produce breast milk, although, male breast milk is not considered suitable for human consumption."
"Eddy, will you please come over here and point out the various parts of Billy and Cameron's genitals as I name them?"
"Sure, I can do that," smiled Eddy with a glint in his eyes. Both boys eyed their companion warily, for they were well aware of what hijinks Eddy was known to get up to.
Professor Pachis then began naming the various parts of the male genitalia, as Eddy happily demonstrated for the stunned girls. Taking both boys' penises, showing their large foreskins and then retracting them to showcase their glistening rosy glans, pausing to showcase the frenulum and the urethra before moving both of their slowly awakening cocks to show the two sets of testicles.
"Now, can anyone tell me why do boys have their testicles on the outside of their bodies?" Professor Pachis asked.
"So that they can get kicked and hurt horribly?" offered a girl.
Professor Pachis gave a short chuckle, "No, but that is an unfortunate side effect of the actual reason. The reason is that the testicles don't do so well in hot areas. As you know, the normal body temperature is of 37ºC (98.6ºF), or you would if you paid attention to yesterday's lecture. Hypothermia, and eventually death, sets in if a person's core body temperature falls below 35ºC (95ºF).
"However, sperm production occurs at around 34ºC (93.2ºF); this is 3ºC (5.4ºF) below normal body temperature. As noted before, this temperature would be harmful to a person. So, in order for the body to reach the lower temperature required for sperm production, the testicles are located outside the body and have the ability to retreat higher or hang lower depending on their temperature, thus altering its appearance." Professor Pachis explained as Billy and Cameron carefully played with Eddy's ball sack as if trying to prove what she was saying.
"To illustrate this, there is something called the Cremasteric reflex; This is something that is shared by all males, boys, men, mortal or immortal, and it is elicited by lightly stroking or poking the superior and inner part of the thigh—regardless of the direction of stroke. The response is an immediate contraction of the cremaster muscle that pulls up the testicle. Billy, would you be so kind?" Professor Pachis instructed and Eddy got to work meanwhile the scene on the screen showed with luxury of details how both sets of testicles and scrotum contracted in response to Billy's gentle strokes.
"Now, it's worth noticing that, unfortunately, some boys have been subjected to a practice known as circumcision. This often entails the removal of the entire foreskin, and in some countries, it's commonly practised on newborn boys and without any form of anaesthesia. Circumcision is a topic that you'll see more in depth in your regular classes, as it can be performed on both boys and girls alike.
"However, what you must know right now is that, not only are there no proven verifiable medical benefits from this procedure, but, it's not without its risks, as there have been times when complications from this procedure have led to disfigurement or destruction of the boy's penis, which in turn has led to the death of the boy being subjected to this procedure.
"The academy considers the routine circumcision of minors, be they boys or girls, a barbaric practice that violates the body autonomy of its victims. However, due to how widespread it is in certain regions of our world, there is the possibility that you may find individuals who have been subjected to it.
"It should be noted that there are times when circumcision is deemed medically necessary, such as in severe cases of phimosis; which is a condition in which the foreskin of the penis cannot stretch to allow it to be pulled back past the glans. Another condition is frenulum breve, in which the frenulum—the elastic tissue that connects the foreskin to the cock head—of the penis is too short and thus restricts the natural movement of the foreskin; in such cases a partial circumcision may be performed, instead of the full amputation of the foreskin.
"To reiterate, the academy does not stand against circumcision, or any modification of the genitals, when it has been determined by a fully qualified medical doctor to be absolutely necessary."
Eddy felt the tension in the room and decided that he needed to lighten it up. "Pay attention girls," Eddy spoke up, "this is what Cameron's penis looks like when it goes inside my mou-"
"Eddy!" interrupted Professor Pachis, though unnoticed by the girls, she silently thanked the cupid. Knowing that cupids could feel emotions, she hoped that Eddy would feel her thanks.
"Kidding, kidding. That's next week's lesson." he winked at the blushing girls; it wasn't lost on anybody how Eddy's own penis had started to grow for a while now.
"Now, let's see from the inside," the professor spoke as she flicked her wrist and another device emerged from the desk, casting a bright laser-like light that went through both boys' bodies.
"Boys, would you turn so that we can see your side? Thank you."
Another hand gesture and the screen started showing an astonishing transversal cut of the boys' body, not unlike the medical charts that decorate many a doctor's office. The resulting image was so detailed that it moved with every moment both boys made, and even showed liquids like blood moving around, where appropriate.
A loud gasp was heard over the room as the girls quickly noticed that Cameron hadn't been lying; the boy had a complete uterus inside him and the vaginal canal was connected to his rectum, which, thankfully, was empty and clean of any faecal matter or anything else that could be found in such a place.
"Here we can appreciate the true length of the penis, as you can see, more than half of it is actually inside the body; we can also appreciate the vas deferens that carry the sperm from the testicles towards the urethra, the seminal vesicles and the prostate gland located against the anus wall," the professor explained calmly.
"Now, as we just discussed because Billy and Cameron are erotes, their prostate is bigger than it would normally be on a regular male, thus it protrudes through the anus wall far more. Now, we'll see what happens when the prostate is stimulated; Eddy, will you please stimulate their prostate with your finger?"
"Hmm, decisions, decisions" Eddy muttered with a mischievous grin before obtaining a small glass bottle of what could only be lube from the desk.
Eddy rested his leg atop the desk with the intention of better performing his task,
However, it was soon made clear that the brunet had ulterior motives for what appeared on the screen showed that what was trying to enter Billy's anus wasn't a finger.
"Eddy! I said your finger, not your penis!"
"Whoops." grinned the incorrigible cupid, meanwhile Billy gave the class a look that seemed to say, "see what I have to put up with?" though the pink tint on his cheeks didn't go unnoticed.
Under the inquisitive look of Professor Pachis, Eddy slowly applied the lube to his finger before applying a bit to both boys' entrances.
"Do take notice class, as many of you are doubtlessly aware by now, the anus does not self-lubricate, so the use of lubricants is always necessary," she explained as Eddy started to introduce his fingers, one inside Cameron the other inside Billy.
As Eddy started to slowly finger-fuck both boys' prostate, the class bore witness to how the stimulation caused their penis to get filled with blood, grow larger and become erect.
"Before you continue, Eddy, you'll find some condoms in the drawer, they should be around your size. I won't have you boys making a sticky mess in my class," Professor Pachis spoke firmly, and Eddy was quick to obey, taking 2 of the metallic packets and handing it to both boys to wear.
Eddy couldn't help himself, "Professor, why do you have condoms in your desk drawer sized for 12-year-olds? Is there something you want to tell us?" he asked with a shit-eating grin.
"Well, that depends on wherever or not you wish to be in my class again, dear boy."
"If I do, do I get to fuck them?" he asked with that same shit-eating grin that was plastered on his face.
"Hey, don't involve me in your problems, Ed," Billy interjected, clearly unamused; Cameron for his part seemed not to be terribly bothered by the idea.
"You don't get to say that when my finger is so cosy inside you, pal," Eddy responded, and wiggled it a bit more just to make the boy moan. Then for good measure, he slapped his butt. All the girls sighed longingly, each wished they could be Billy right then.
Professor Pachis sighed audibly, boys would be boys, and cupids were definitely no exception; so chaotic and wild, they drove her crazy in more ways than one. Part of her wanted to cancel the class and have her way with the trio of cupids, but she managed to bury that thought for later. The other part of her knew that she needed to get some control of the circus these boys were making of her lesson before they made all the girls storm the desk to have an orgy with them and judging by the unmistakable smell of wet panties permeating the room, she knew that moment wasn't too far away.
"Don't make me get my shoe, Eddy, she warned.
All the bluster left Eddy nearly instantly, and his fabulous shit-eating grin disappeared just as quickly. "R-right, Madam," Eddy answered politely, for the first time in the classroom; even his erection had gone soft.
Professor Pachis nodded with approval. "Very well, you may continue to stimulate them to ejaculation."
Eddy didn't have to be told twice and got to work on both boys' prostate as if his life depended on it.
To Billy, it felt like Eddy had suddenly activated a jack hammer in his ass and drilled his prostate without mercy to the quickest orgasm he had ever had. Some girls could swear that they saw smoke leaving Billy's ass. He quickly filled the condom to near capacity with how much Eddy had milked out of him.
Cameron, on the other side, was already on the edge of madness from the get-go given what the three had done on their break; so the boy barely had time to cover his mouth with his hands to muffle his orgasmic moans as he finally was able to cum, filling the condom like a balloon.
"Superbly done, boys." Professor Pachis pressed a button and the screen returned to its hideout in the ceiling. "Something that the boys neglected to inform you, girls, is that cupids have a condition called Hyperspermia, which is when a male has an abnormally large amount of semen; it should be noticed that despite what the name suggests, this condition refers to the seminal fluid as opposed to the actual sperm count. Thus a cupid can ejaculate from four to ten times as much as an adult man, as Billy and Cameron here have done us the favour of demonstrating." She wasn't exaggerating, either, the condoms were so full that they more resembled water balloons than condoms.
"Now, boys, would you please remove the condoms and pass them around to the girls? Girls, make sure you handle each condom carefully, we don't want any of the boy juice inside spilling out. When you have a condom, stick a finger in it and get some semen onto your finger. Go ahead and taste it. You will find that unlike normal boy sperm, which taste varies depending on their diet and can taste salty and bitter, cupid semen always tastes as good as candy."
"While the boys take a breather, let's remember that males have something called a refractory period; this is something that happens right after ejaculation, in which the body is unable to sustain another erection. In normal boys and men, this lasts for a couple of minutes, but the older they get, the longer it lasts; with cupids, however, they can always be ready in less than a minute."
"Eddy, trade places with Billy and get on the desk, would you?" Professor Pachis asked the cupid as she flicked her wrist, effectively turning off the transversal cut view and restoring the screen to its previous state, showing the close up of Billy and Cameron's crotches.
"Yes, madam."
During this time, Eddy's erection had gone down so that his penis was showing its normal flaccid state
"You have seen the process of ejaculation. You have also seen what an erect penis looks like during the cutaway, but you haven't seen how a penis changes from a flaccid state to an erect one, so let's remedy that. But before that, I have some questions for you, class. An erect penis says that the boy is enjoying what is happening, true or false?"
"True!" came the response from the class.
"It was actually a trick question. All an erect penis shows is that there were stimuli, but it does not necessarily mean the boy is enjoying what is happening. Now, an erect penis means the boy has consented to what is happening, true or false?"
This time around, the class wasn't as sure about their answer. Some of them said true while others said false.
"To those who said false, you are correct. Just because a boy is erect, does not mean that they have given consent for what's happening."
"A boy can control his erections, true or false?"
This time, the majority of the class responded with false.
"I see you are catching on. False is correct. Erections happen, and a boy has no control over when or what causes them. Especially boys around your age, their hormones are so wild because of puberty at this time that nearly anything can cause them to get an erection. It is not polite to make fun of a boy for having an erection. Keeping with the spirit of this, if a boy has not consented to sex, but still ejaculates, that means that he must have enjoyed it and consented. True or false?"
The class was quiet for a moment, considering their responses. Eventually, some girls hesitantly answered false with more of a questioning tone, rather than a statement.
"So, this is a bit of a two-part question here. First, a boy doesn't control if they ejaculate. That is purely driven by a hormone system. stimulate the penis or the prostate enough and ejaculation will happen. An Ejaculation does not mean the boy actually consented to the act. Second, it's possible for the boy to have enjoyed some of the feelings he got, while still being against the act itself. Ejaculation is not proof that the boy must have enjoyed what happened to him to be able to ejaculate. Further, even if the boy did enjoy some aspects of what was happening to him, it does not mean that he ultimately consented.
"Concerning ejaculation, another subject that we will be studying is that of wet dreams. This is something that all boys go through, and it basically consists of the involuntary release of semen or seminal liquid while the boy is sleeping. It should be noticed that despite their name, these dreams are not always erotic in nature. It's a natural part of the onset of puberty in boys; it is not wetting the bed." Professor Pachis remarked upon finding a couple of giggling girls among the class.
"Now, pay attention, class, as Billy demonstrates the process of stimulating a penis into getting erect."
Eddy, however, was still a bit taken aback by the terrible threat of the professor's shoe; lucky for him, Billy and Cameron came to the rescue.
"Allow us to help" the raven-haired boy spoke with mischief as he and his brother in arms licked their fingers and unceremoniously shoved them both into Eddy's ass.
"Ah, b-" Eddy suppressed a moan and his impulse of saying anything that could be remotely considered a curse word in the presence of Professor Pachis as Billy and Cameron's fingers moved inside him. Slowly willing his dormant penis into a nice erection for the delight of the silent girls who didn't dare look away.
"As you can see, when erect Eddy's glans is partially covered by the foreskin; this doesn't mean that he has phimosis though since he can fully retract his foreskin at will, it merely means that his foreskin is longer, although this is far more common in boys, you may find adult men whose foreskins cover their glans even when fully erect.
"Something else worth noting is that penises come in two categories, showers and growers. A shower being a penis that displays a good part of its total erect length when flaccid and, thus, doesn't grow that much upon erection. Meanwhile, a grower is the opposite, it's considerably smaller when flaccid, but it can become several times its size upon getting erect.
"Yet another reason why you should never judge a book by its cover, class. Additionally, while we're on this topic, I want to make it clear that it's extremely rude to make fun of someone over the size of a body part or something that they cannot change, such as their height."
"What about weight, Madam?" a girl asked.
"You can lose weight through diet and exercise, nothing can make these boys taller than they are now."
"Now, moving to other topics, this is the perfect opportunity to talk about the scrotal raphe."
Professor Pachis spoke with sudden excitement as she gave out instructions to the boys; having Billy lay on his back on the desk while holding his legs to his chest effectively exposing all of his most intimate spots to the girls, meanwhile Eddy was made to kneel on all fours and Cameron laid on his side, lifting one leg up in the air; all this while the screen on the blackboard showed with luxury of details the pristine rosy holes, taint and smooth ball sacks of all 3 boys.
"As we studied before, the perineal raphe is a visible line or ridge of tissue on the body that extends from the anus through the perineum. In males, however, this structure continues through the midline of the scrotum and upwards through the posterior midline aspect of the penis. This tissue is more easily visible when the scrotum is retracted due to low temperatures." Professor Pachis explained calmly as she approached the boys and the cameras closed up on their target . She couldn't resist the temptation of gently spanking the beautiful behinds presented to her before she used her fingers to trace the ridge on all 3 boys, who shivered at the touch of the woman.
Professor Pachis smiled at the state of the girls, who had their eyes glued to the boys and the screen as it showcased in great detail the boys most intimate spot; rosy holes, tender taints and soft ballsacks, it was all exposed. It wasn't lost on the girls that, because Cameron was more light skinned, his raphe had more of a reddish tint to it as opposed to the other two who was more brown in colour.
"Now, for our next exercise, you will form three orderly queues in silence and come to the front to get a better look and to gently manipulate one of boys' genitals and general area; each girl has one minute; left queue for Eddy, centre for Cameron, right for Billy and remember, be gentle." Professor Pachis remarked with a stern face.
One by one and in awkward silence, the girls quickly made three equal queues under the inquisitive sight of Professor Pachis. Many of the girls were giddy and red as a tomato; Some others didn't look particularly interested, and a few looked rather scared, as if they had been told to pet a wild boa constrictor instead of touching a young boy's penis.
Billy, Eddy, and Cameron, who had remained in the same position, could only moan quietly as the first three girls took a hold of their family jewels and gently manipulated them in a mix of curiosity and glee.
However, before the next two girls could get their hands on the boys' jewels and softly caresing their taint, a girl lifted her hand with urgency.
"Professor Pachis, Madam, I think Samantha's nose is bleeding," the worried girl spoke.
"N-no, I'm not!" spoke a very red-faced Samantha, who presently was actively fondling Eddy's ball sack; and had entirely ignored the crimson lines that traced a path from her nose to her uniform and created a large and growing stain on her pristine white sailor blouse.
"Alright, it looks like we're going to have to cut this class short," Professor Pachis announced to the great annoyance of the other girls. "You have the rest of the period for yourselves, you may be dismissed, except you Samantha, I'm taking you to the Medical Centre" announced a very stern professor Pachis.
"B-but my minute isn't over yet," Samantha mumbled in a small voice.
"Can't have you bleeding out to death in my class, so let's go" Professor Pachis stood firm as he gently placed her hand on the girl's shoulders.
I'm never washing this hand again, Samantha thought to herself as she admired the hand that had touched Eddy's ball sack. And I suppose I should update the cupid decorations in my cubicle with pictures of real cupids. But how do I get them? Can I stalk a cupid? Is that possible?
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Glossary:
[1] Seafoam and Blood: According to the version of Aphrodite's birth recounted by Hesiod in his Theogony, Chronos severed his father's Uranus' balls genitals and threw them into the sea; The blood from his severed genitals combined with the sea foam gave rise to Aphrodite (hence her name, which Hesiod interprets as "foam-arisen").
[2] Intersex: these are individuals born with sex characteristics including chromosome patterns, and/or genitals that are either ambiguous or belong to either sex. Intersex people were previously referred to as "hermaphrodites" and are estimated to be about 0.2% of the human population.
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