Changing the World – Day 2
by eboy – eboyandsuch.wordpress.com

Ben’s Rules of Order
The members of the Club shall agree to the following rules:
1.	All members are equal. No exception to any rule shall be made on grounds of gender, age, sexual orientation, etc.
2.	All members are worthy of respect. The Club shall constitute a supportive environment for encouraging members to be comfortable with their bodies and their sexuality. Any action by any member which might constitute disparagement or offense to any other member, on any grounds, must be brought up and discussed before the full Club, and in extreme cases a unanimous vote initiated by the offended party may ban or suspend club membership for the offender.
3.	 All members must be nude throughout each Club meeting. The only exception to this will be for females during menses – they will be allowed to continue wearing as much clothing below the waist as desired. Noting only this exception, all members must undress fully upon entering the Club meeting area and only dress once the meeting is adjourned.
4.	All members will be current high school students. Even graduates of the Club will be denied permission to return and visit – the Club will be strictly a high school movement.
5.	All members will have a turn in the rotation for Leader, and the rotation will alternate genders as best as is possible. On their day in the rotation, the Leader must reach an orgasm during a Club meeting in full view of all other members. The method of reaching orgasm is left entirely to the Leader. The Leader shall also be responsible for maintaining order and conducting all formal discourse for the meeting.
6.	All members must abide by the rules laid down by the Leader as the Leader reaches orgasm. Such rules must apply equally to all members regardless of gender, age, sexual orientation, etc., and may include limitations on if or how the members may reach orgasm during the performance. 
7.	All members have the duty of seeking new recruits for the Club. When a Leadership rotation has been completed, a new one may not start unless at least one new member is added to the rotation – thus, all Club meetings and business are suspended until a new member is added. New members may be added at any point, but in general should be added only at the beginning of a new rotation, and may not attend meetings until they themselves have come up in the rotation.

“What do you think?” I pried my eyes off of Ben’s semi-hard cock and looked him in the eye. He was perched on the throne, reading from a semi-official-looking piece of paper he had typed up last night, looking down on the rest of us. Lucy, sitting at my side for once, looked lost in thought; the others were all eating their lunch quietly and considering these new rules.

“Good,” I proclaimed. “Leave it to you, Ben, to remember the bit about girls’ periods when even us girls had forgotten.” That got a few chuckles, and Ben blushed, but really, it was true – he was just that sweet of a guy. Ok, so maybe some girls would have found that a bit weird, but I didn’t.

“I like the bit about requiring us to find new members,” I added, seeing no one else was quite ready to speak. “It might prove a little difficult at times, but at least it reminds us of this club’s real purpose, keeps us focused. This may be lots of fun, but we are attempting a bit of a social movement here.”

That seems to get at the heart of why everyone else was so quiet. “Gordan and I were talking the other day about getting some of the guys from the team to join – there are a few that might appreciate this,” Max informs us, meaning the basketball team. “We’ll see if we can corner a few one-by-one in the locker rooms or something before this rotation ends.” Jill nervously adds her two cents, saying that she has a few friends from outside the school, former classmates of hers, that might be interested. “But could they come here?”

“Ooh, that’s exciting,” Ben says. “I don’t see why we couldn’t get some of them into our school if we can find a day when they’re on break and we’re not. It’s not exactly hard to get on and off campus. And once they’re Club members, that gives us a method for starting chapters of the Club at other schools!”

Finally, Lucy seems to return to reality. “Bingo. That’s the big thing. If we want this movement to get started, we need to get people to start it at other schools. And we also gotta make sure we have a good supply of younger students coming in, so we don’t all graduate and leave the Club without any members. I think we all need to find ways to start initiating out of school members, almost more urgently that we need to get more people from in the school.”

I think I see what she’s getting at. “These meeting here – these could only be the ‘core’ club meetings. There could be optional ‘small group’ meetings outside of school as well on specific issues, to make it easier to reach outside of school.”

“Exactly,” Lucy agreed. “For instance, I can imagine that once this Club has gotten a bit bigger, there might be a desire for small groups focused on sexual orientation, or even simpler things like age, ethnicity… Ok, that sounds weird, but what I mean is, small groups that would focus in on talking about or experiencing a certain issue.”

“Experiencing sounds like the key word,” Max said jokingly, but then reconsidered. “Actually, that’s true. Effectively, this Club is about practical, positive Sex Ed.” That got everyone laughing, but at some level we all knew it was a valid comparison.

“Ok,” Ben said. “So, we need some official documentation about how small groups will be run, etc. Anyone else care to write that up?

“I’ll handle it,” Max chimed in. “I think I understand what we need. We can work on combining that with your Rules of Order into one official Club constitution, eventually.”

“Good,” said Ben. “So, Max, I think you get to present that not next meeting, but two from now – you’ll be Leader on that day. What’s that, Tuesday? Yeah. Then we need a girl to lead for next meeting.” He smiled and looked first at Jill, than at me. I found myself suddenly a bit nervous – was my turn going to come up so soon? “You two have any preference?”

Jill and I looked at each other; she looked pretty terrified. “Yeah. I’ll do it.” Hell, I had until Monday to get myself really psyched up.

Ben just smiled at me, suddenly blushing a little. “Good. So Monday will be Abbey’s day. And speaking of which…” He began to pack up his lunch. “Same rules as yesterday, I think – I…” He smiled. “I just want to be watched.” His eyes shone as he said it, and he actually looked straight at me.

So, I’d never actually seen I guy masturbate. I mean, I’d gotten Ben off plenty of times, with my hand and otherwise, but we’d never actually masturbated in front of each other. And my only sibling was my younger sister, so there certainly had never been much opportunity for me to walk in on a sibling. I found myself intensely curious. I mean, popular culture made male masturbation into something mostly just embarrassing – it involved just moving one’s hand up and down, fap fap fap, etc. Somehow female masturbation was supposed to be this utterly sensual, all consuming experience, and male masturbation was a bodily function somewhere along the lines of eating – something you could take great pleasure in, but that mostly had to do with satisfying a craving.

And so, somehow, I found it surprising when Ben started masturbating by lying down length-wise, right on the edge of the throne, with one leg dangling off the side, closing his eyes, and taking a really deep breath. He let his left hand just fall down off the throne as well, hanging in space, utterly relaxed. His right fingers slowly traced a little path up his stomach, rising and falling along with his breath, and trailing aimlessly around his nipples. His eyes were closed, and his face bore an expression as though he was in a deep trance. There was something spiritual about it: this simple boy that I loved with his frizzy black hair and smooth body, just lying down and giving himself up to something greater.

After a few moments, we could hear Ben sigh, and then the right hand worked it’s way down again. It traced up and down the insides of his thigh once or twice, then snaked into the pubic hair beneath his semi-erect cock. We watched him slowly and delicately finger his balls, swirling them around, squeezing them ever so gently. Over what seemed like a slow eternity we listened as his breathing sped up just a hair, almost imperceptibly, and his cock slowly rose up until it pointed straight into the air. Images of ancient phallic statues came back to me, stone blocks thrusting towards the sky – Ben’s smooth cock slowly grew upwards like this, turning into something hard and unwavering, until we could see the ridges of his glans clearly protruding from the foreskin. It all happened so slowly, so gradually, that when it had finally arrived it caught me by surprise.

Ben stopped then. Just let his hand stop, dangling over his thigh. He heaved another sigh, and we watched his cock move along with his breath, up and down, quivering left and right. The right hand trailed up again, and this time he caught his breath just a little as he pinched his nipples one at a time, slowly and deliberately. Afterwards his hand flattened out, leaving his palm to slowly caress his chest, circling down to his stomach.

So caught up was I that at first I barely noticed the movement of his left hand. We watched it swing up from it’s resting place, caressing his dangling thigh, then slipping under. He briefly kneaded the perineum just under his balls, each press of his fingers sending slow ripples of contractions up through his body, making his cock sway beautifully. Then the right hand ceased it’s wandering, and moved up, to the head of his cock.

Even from down below we could see a little bit of precum glistening atop his towering member, and this he slowly and carefully spread on his hand, wiping it up and down his cock with his fingers. His left hand continued to knead his perineum, and we could hear his breathing speed up a bit to match this new cycle, deepening and quickening. For my own part, I realized that my own hands had moved protectively over my breasts and were kneading those gently along in time with Ben’s contractions. Lucy, to my right, was biting her lip and sitting with her legs tucked up in front of her to keep her hands from her forbidden pussy. Jill, somehow, couldn’t decide who to watch, those of us down below or Ben, but from her tight hold on Tweety I’d be willing to bet that the old doll had a sizable wet spot now. Even Max and Gordon were wrapt, sitting back in their chairs, hands behind their head or at their sides, thighs clenching and unclenching as though to stimulate their erect members.

My attention returned to Ben when I heard him sigh. He briefly cased to move, both hands just relaxing against his thighs. Then, with a small, experimental movement, his left hand took his ball sack and his right gripped the base of his cock. Ben smiled a bit, and began in earnest.

When he first started, he used just his thumb and forefinger on his right hand, slowly moving them up and down in a noticeably unsteady rhythm. He tended to focus more right on the ridge of the glans, and in particular, I noticed, on the right side of that area, the pads of his fingers pulling in every time. His strokes would start out going from the very base to the very tip, and then concentrated in on just the sensitive region, then return to the whole cock; his left hand was kneading and pulling in rhythm down below, occasionally extending a finger to prod his perineum. The trance-like look on his face and become more focused, somehow – he looked as though all his attention was devoted to a spot just a foot or two in front of his face, hovering there above his body. His hands were beginning to pick up speed, and I noticed that he had added his middle finger around his cock.

I noticed a subtle little change – his breathing had become slightly irregular, as though he kept forgetting he needed to breath and then catching himself. His grip on his cock tightened until suddenly he wasn’t rubbing it but pulling it out and pushing it back down, up and down, up and down, with his left hand going out and in, out and in with his balls. I could see the muscles in his thighs clenching and unclenching, his hips rising just a little each time his buttocks clenched. And then, suddenly, the moment arrived – without so much as a warning, his full fist was clenched around his cock, his left hand grinding down on balls and perineum while it’s counterpart increased it’s pace threefold. The look on his face remained unchanged, but suddenly there was no breathing, no breathing at all, and we could see a deep red blush spread down from his cheeks all the way up to the tip of his cock. Then one more jerk and a perfect arc of glistening white was hanging above him, spattering down onto his belly and chest. Another jerk and another arc, this one just a bit smaller, and then two more little ones, landing on his belly and hand, and then finally, as his rhythm slowed down and he drew a deep, sudden breath, just a spurt dribbling down his cock and over his hand.

When he was done, he just stopped. The look of concentration was gone from his face, faded back into a beautiful, perfect trance, and he relaxed his hands at his thighs once again, letting his cock jerk beautifully in the air above. We listened as his breathing slowly, imperceptibly returned to normal, and his cock slowly shrank down, drooping and relaxing until it hung down over his left thigh. Then his eyes opened.

I couldn’t help myself. This was my Ben, my beautiful Ben, who I’d just seen undergo some sort of transcendence – it was akin to watching the person you loved most in the world suddenly reach nirvana, and then return to this world. I needed to go to him, needed to hold him, to know he was here, with me, and to share with him just how beautiful he had been. No one said a word as I got up and carefully unfolded the towel left at the side of the throne for this time; Ben watched me lovingly as I climbed up behind him. I kissed him, just one simple, quiet kiss to join us, then, kneeling behind him, lifted him up until he was sitting with his legs hanging over the edge of the throne in front of us, his back pressed against my breasts. I nuzzled the back of his shoulder and reached around with the towel and slowly, carefully, lovingly cleaned him, starting with his chest and moving downwards. He gasped a little, so that only I could hear, as the towel found it’s way first down the right side of his cock, then the left, and finally just enveloped it and slowly pulled it out. When I was done, I folded the towel up and put it to the side, and just hugged him there, from behind.

We watched, silently, as everybody else stood. Lucy smiled at us; Jill and the others looked positively star-struck. They all dressed, slowly and quietly, and as they left, Lucy mouthed a silent thanks. Then it was just Ben and I.

“That was beautiful,” I whispered, reaffirming the obvious. Ben just sighed contentedly. “I never used to understand about male gods of fertility and the like; there was something today that was like… Well, we all talk about feminine mystery, but that was definitely masculine mystery. Definitely masculine.” Ben turned his head and smiled at me.

Then he pushed, gently, until I was lying on my back, as far towards the back of the throne as I could get. With one leg hanging down again, he managed to find one contorted but somehow eminently comfortable position with his head between my legs, and suddenly all I could think about was his breath on my clit, his mouth so close to my lower lips, his tongue moving out to open me up… I felt completely opened before him, as though he could see and touch straight through my soul. Ben doesn’t go down on me often, but he gave it is all today, and when I came, I bit my tongue to keep from screaming.

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When I ran into Lucy after school, she just smiled quietly. “That was different,” was all she had to say. “Yeah,” I said. “More than I imagined.”

“You’re up next. Going to have cold feet like me?” I laughed a little, though she just smiled. “Maybe. But maybe not. Mostly, it feels like a lot to live up to, after you and Ben both.” That got a little laugh out of her. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I suppose I will.” An idea was beginning to take shape in my mind, but I didn’t want to think about it too hard. I had all weekend to plan.