Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2015 14:37:49 -0500 From: J L Subject: Becoming a Spartan - Chapter 20 Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 20 By JLarsen spartaguy23@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: Well, this has taken a lot longer to get back to than I thought. I hope some of the folks who read this are still out there. I'll be honest, there are a chapter or two that won't have a lot of sex, but I promise to make them short and get back to some great sex soon. The chapters will come more regularly now as well. I definitely enjoy hearing from people, so please email me at spartguy23@gmail.com with any comments. This story is a complete work of fiction. To my knowledge, no school like Sparta College exists. As the story continues, it may contain descriptions of explicit sexual acts involving an adult and underage boys and girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic upsetting or offensive, then please leave now. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author JLarsen. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but cannot be reposted. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, please consider making a donation so that we can continue to enjoy sharing and reading these stories. You can donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 20 It took the rest of the guys a couple of seconds to realize that in fact they should be running as well. Getting a good spot would be key to how the next three days would go. The two traps became an immediate detriment to running. They hung down around my legs and were bouncing around. I was able grab them in my right hand and hold them steady. It altered my running motion a little as there wasn't enough of a chain to allow my arms to move freely. Still, it was better than having them bounce around. Speaking of bouncing, we were totally nude. Usually, when we went for a run, we put on a jock, which was the only bit of clothing I had worn since I arrived at Sparta. My short head start didn't last a long time as the other guys burst into a sprint. I knew the spot I wanted was about a mile and half outside of the gate. Too far for a full blown sprint, so I would have to pace myself. Four guys whose names I didn't know passed me in a dead run as we exited the main the gate. Peter was there smiling as we raced by. I knew there were some sites that were suitable just outside the gates and sure enough, two of the guys who had burst into the lead turned into those one after the other. That left two in front of me and 25 running after me somewhere. The pace slowed a bit as we all realized we could be running for a while. After a quarter mile, the lead runner's initial sprint started to catch up to him and he slowly started to fade. First the guy in second and then I passed him. The pace suited me, but I was determined not to let anyone else get ahead of me. The pack was slowly increasing the pace, I could hear them behind me, but no one was within my periphery vision. I slowly gained on the lead runner. The other mentors had likely pointed out places for their charges to claim and we could have all been thinking about different places, but it was a chance I couldn't take. At about what I considered to be a mile, I started to turn it on. Each step, I got closer to the lead man, until finally, he caught site of me. Even though he had turned on the burst of speed early, he still had enough gas to increase his speed a bit. My focus on my breath and strides were stronger than I could ever remember. For the next quarter mile, we ran abreast. I thought I was increasing my speed, but if I was, then he was able to so as well. Reaching deep down, I began to kick like I never had before. The whole of my being was focused on my legs. Slowly, I started to break ahead. A yard, then two, now five. I have no idea who many camping spots I had run by or how many guys were behind me. I could only see the guy on my side look for signs that I was close to my spot. The woods curved gently to the right and as we came around, I could see my goal in the distance. With the spot in sight, I ran even harder, if that were possible. I could no longer see my competitor on my side. Slowly, it came closer and closer. My side ached. My legs felt like they would collapse at any moment. Finally, as I veered off the path to the little clearing Stefan had showed me, I could no longer stand. Collapsing onto the ground, gasping for breath, I heard the guy who was behind me mutter an exhausted "fuck" as he vainly tried to keep up with the pack of men now running past him. As I struggled to my knees, trying to catch my breath, I knew the effort wasn't wasted, as he had obviously been counseled to try to get this spot as well. As my breathing slowly started to return to normal, I could see the rest of the guys running off in the distance. Remembering the instruction to mark our spots, I found several medium size branches and simply put two X's in front of the small clearing. That done, it hit me that I was desperately thirsty. As I took a small path back into the woods behind my camp, I could hear what sounded like a small creek. About 50 feet in, I found it. It wasn't a creek, but a small spring. Water was actually bubbling up from the ground, creating a small stream that seemed to continue on for several feet and then disappear back into the ground. I immediately filled my water bottle and took a long drink. My breathing had returned to normal. I refilled the water bottle and returned to camp to survey where I would be living for the next three days. In addition to the spring in back, I had a nice canopy of trees for shade during the heat of the day. As I stood in the shade, it hit me that since I had arrived at Sparta, virtually every minute had been scheduled. I'd had no control over what I did or when I did it. We had been told when to sleep, when to wake up, when to exercise, and even when to have sex. While I had no complaints, I realized that I had not had a moment for to myself since we got in the car to leave home. When you haven't had to make even the slightest decision for a period of days, to suddenly have nothing that demands your time and attention is a bit overwhelming. I knew there were a dozen things I should be doing, but was staring dumbly at my surroundings, not moving. Forcing myself to focus, I began to process my situation. It was mid-day and my last meal had been breakfast, I was suddenly aware of my empty stomach. Food. After water, food was the most essential element. While I obviously wouldn't starve in three days' time, it would be very uncomfortable to go that long without something to eat. Once I started in motion, my mind started recalling what we had been taught one thought after another. Set the traps, find edible vegetation, ensure you have a sheltered place to sleep. I decided to set the traps in close proximity to the spring, thinking that is where the animals would likely come sooner or later. I began foraging around the site. There were some apple and nut trees very close around. The apples appeared ripe and pulling one off the tree proved that to be true. Not quite as tasty as the Honeycrisps my mother bought, but good. I picked a couple more to take with me. The nuts I picked off the ground, rather than from the tree. I struck me that when you are naked, your ability to carry things is severely limited. I was able to get a few hands full of nuts and the apples back to what I considered my home base. It was a flat spot that had about 5 feet before branches of trees turned into a rather full canopy. It faced east, so I was completely shielded from the sun. At some point, I knew I would want a fire, so I set about finding the items I would need to get one started; sticks, kindling, some larger branches. Having that gathered, I ate my two apples, opened the nuts with some rocks and downed those as well. I thought I was prepared for what was coming, I wasn't hungry, so I sat on the ground. Now what? My mind began to wander back over the last several days. It was a dizzying series of events. In the matter of a few days, I had gone from what I thought was a straight boy who played around with his best friend when the mood struck, to a young man who had not only had sex with several other males, but also lost my "pussy virginity" to the wife of one of my teachers. I had obviously bought into the whole Spartan philosophy. The physical enjoyment of my body expanded on what Erik and I had started from a young age. What I thought was just sexual exploration with a couple of horny young boys had evolved into a philosophy, one that my father and a lot of others totally believed in. In my mind, I began to replay some of the exploits since my arrival at Sparta, from the first time I played with Stefan's uncut cock to teaching Justin how to suck cock to the evening in the Headmaster's quarters and having sex with the man I had known as a close family friend. My cock rock hard. For a teenage boy who was used to rubbing one out at least once a day, I realized I hadn't jacked off since I had arrived. Why would I? There was ample opportunity to orgasm with someone's help, why do it yourself? But there is a comfort and familiarity in having your hand around your own cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the slow stroking, immediately remembering the feel of my hard cock, the sensation of rubbing over the head and down to the shaft.......hmmmm, that felt nice. Yes, my cock. As I relished the feel of my hard cock sliding through my fingers, I began to recall the different sensations from the preceding days; sucking the Headmaster's huge cock, my cock in a pussy, my cock in an ass, Stefan's finger in my ass massaging my prostate. As I focused on those particular feelings, I could feel the cum rising in my cock. As I focused on the feeling of Stefan's finger in my ass, my cum erupted from my dick landing on the dirt in front of me. I shot several times, each only slightly less powerful than the one before it. I felt weak at the knees and almost lost my balance before recovering a bit. Most of my cum hand landed on the ground, but some had oozed onto my fingers, so I licked each on clean. My cum tasted exactly like Stefan's, which was probably due to the exact same diet. As I began to look around and think of what to do next, I thought I felt a drop of water. Looking up, I noticed the sky had become clouded and it looked like a larger rain storm was headed my way. I headed under the cover of the trees and assessed the situation. If I were going to be spending the next two nights in this spot, I should do something about where I was going to sleep. I began cutting branches that I would weave together for a makeshift mattress. This took a lot longer than I thought it would, or maybe it just seemed like it did. Again being alone with my thoughts, time seemed to have no meaning. With the sky clouded and the light rain slowly increasing in intensity, it was impossible to tell how much time had actually gone by. At first, I needed to focus on what I was doing, but soon, it became pretty mechanical and I began to think about the last week and my future. I knew I had made the right decision in coming to Sparta. I chuckled out loud when I recalled Jenny and Mia's last ditch effort to get us to change our minds. Oh, if only they knew what Erik and I had been up to since then. There was obviously a lot more to Sparta than I had even learned so far. It was more than the incredible opportunity for sexual enjoyment, there was a global network of Spartan men who used their connections in a number of ways. I couldn't wait to be a bigger part of it. At that thought, there was an incredible crack of lightning followed by rolling thunder and it seemed as if the heavens opened up.