When Mrs. Roan's 6th grade arrived in the gym, they could hardly believe their eyes. There were two short tables set up about 18 feet apart near the east wall of the gym. At the far end of each table was a white backdrop with lights and what appeared to be a professional-model digital camera. The 6th graders jaws dropped when they saw Penny Hornbeck, a strawberry blonde 7th grader with kiwi-sized tits dancing to a pop song while a slender man in his 30s in a white shirt and tie apparently filmed the whole thing. Penny's bra and panties lay on the end of the table; she was completely nude and seemed oblivious to the fact that over 100 middle-schoolers and teaching staff could be watching. Most of the rest of the 7th graders were standing single file in a line wearing only their underwear-boy, girl, boy, girl-running down the east wall of the gymnasium waiting for their turn at the tables.

Two adults, a man and a woman, were sitting at each at a table with a laptop and a barcode reader. Two other adults who looked like they were just out of college stood at the head of the line and appeared to be conducting some sort of interview; asking questions and writing the answers down on a clipboard, before leading each student down in front of the backdrop where the adult with the laptop scanned the yellow bracelet and continued the interview which from this point on appeared to photographed.

The students watched with interest as Duncan Leonard, a slender 7th grade boy with glasses bearing a resemblance Harry Potter took his place at the head of the first table. After scanning and a couple questions, he, you could tell, reluctantly slid his undershorts to his ankles, and with additional prodding removed them completely. The woman was sitting at this table. She reached out and manipulated Duncans's cock so it could be filmed from every angle. It also rose to maximum hardness as it was then measured from its base to its tip and the girth. Duncan then as if following instructions, turned away from the camera, bent over as far as he could and spread his asscheeks apart while the camera zoomed in for a close up. As he stood up and turned around, the 6th graders could see Duncan's cock jerking and bobbing, the tip glistening under the bright photography lights. The woman produced a device with a handle on one side made out of transparent glass or plastic, wide at the top, narrowing into a narrow tube at the bottom. Duncan looked back and forth at the container and the woman with the woman nodding her head. Finally looking at Duncan she made a fist and slid it back and fourth in the air making an unmistakable motion. Somewhat reluctantly, Duncan stuck his penis in the top of the container and began stroking. It wasn't probably 20 seconds before, to the delight of the 6th graders, they saw the whitish liquid pulsing from the head of Duncan's penis and into the tube at the bottom where the liquid was measured.

So it progressed for the next thirty minutes. Kids stripping and being touched and manipulated by adults, sometimes to orgasm. Sometimes being asked to bring themselves to orgasm and sometimes to dance lewdly to music all the while being filmed. A couple times they put two kids in front of the same camera and had them masturbate each other until both had come. Some of the kids but not all remembered to yell "I'm cumming" before their orgasm; the ones that did not, you could tell, received a mild scolding afterward.

As the line of 7th graders dwindled, Mrs. Roan motioned for her class to get in line behind the last 7th grader, boy, girl, boy, girl and the class had before. Just then, Kathy Bradley, the slender 7th grader currently being examined let out a loud shriek and yelled, "I'm cumming," as what looked like pee sprayed out everywhere. She must have cum again as a second wave of pee sprayed well beyond the backdrop and puddled on the gymnasium floor.

"Some girls cum like that and it's a real turn on for some guys. We'll learn about that later," Mrs. Roan said to her students within earshot.

Just then in came Ms. Fuentes and Mr. Holden herding their 4th and 5th grade classes. All the kids were wearing only their cute cotton briefs. The teachers must have talked the girls in both classes out of wearing their undershirts. Two boys and one girl weren't wearing anything. Robert Wyatt looked them over and figured they probably hadn't been wearing any that day or else maybe they had misbehaved and were being punished. If what they teachers said were true, you could be forced to go nude for extended periods of time and not have any say in they type of sexual things people might want to do to you. Several of the kids were real cuties and Robert was not alone in wondering about what kind of sex play kids that age might find enjoyable. Just then he caught sight of Mandy Jones, his best friend's little sister and tried to imagine what she would look like out of her cotton panties; his cock throbbed appreciatively and slid out of the leg of his shorts into full view.

Robert's reverie was broken by activity at the far end of the gym. There was another camera set up there and the 7th grade was lining up for a series of group pictures, all nude of course. There were several poses-full frontal, seated and spread, and one Robert couldn't wait to see for real, girls on their hands and knees with the boys kneeling behind like they were penetrating the girls from behind.

The interview process went quickly and very much as it had with the older students though only a couple of the older or early maturers were able to produce semen. Robert was mildly embarrassed when he came as he was being manipulated by the man during the photo session. He was so unprepared he didn't even think about it until later when the interviewer reminded him that announcing your cums was mandatory and that forgetting to do so can have consequences.

The boys were expected to have their boners hard and exposed during the group photo session. For a couple of the photos the photographer had girls sitting in the laps of the boys. Robert had Jill Davies sitting on his lap, a girl he decided he could easily get a crush on. No matter how the two kids tried to squirm and adjust, the head of Robert's cock always seemed to want to lodge at the entrance to Jill's warm little bottom hole. Finally he had to settle with his cock pointed at the ceiling lodged between those two warm buns as it happily throbbed while Jill slowly rocked back and forth trying to not attract attention. The next photo the photographer had the girls turn around so they were facing the boys. Most of the girls and boys began to grind into each other enjoying the delightful sensations coming from their excited genitals. The photographer had a hard time getting the kids to hold still long enough to get a picture, but eventually he did though not before several cums were announced from both boys and girls.

For the next photo, the photographer had the boys push their chairs together in groups of three and had one girl lay across their laps. Robert found himself with a little red-headed pixie, Mary Gleeson, lying across his left leg with her mouth less than five inches from his boner. He could feel the warm moist breeze bathing the head every time she breathed. On the far left Jason Beale was sitting with just the tip of his penis sticking up from between Mary's thighs. Next to him was Bobby O'Neil who appeared to be hovering on the edge of orgasm as he tried to adjust his penis against Mary's squirming torso. Mary was looking like she was about to get bucked off when she reached up and grabbed Robert's peter. She closed the distance between the throbbing boner and her mouth in less than a second planting a warm wet kiss on the helmet.

Instinct took over and Robert put his hand on the back of Mary's head and tried to maintain the delightful connection between his cock and Mary's warm sweet 10-year old mouth. Mary was not ready to suck a boy's cock yet but both were enjoying the sensation of their warm, smooth flesh sliding against the others. With his other hand he stroked his jerking cockmeat against Mary's smooth cheek and managed to groan out, "Ooohh, I'm cumming!" loudly enough to gain a nod of approval from Ms. Fuentes standing forty feet away. Somewhere in the midst of that, the photographer was able to get some high definition video of the group from which he could later select stills for publication.

(to be continued)