Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2012 06:38:11 -0500 From: J L Subject: Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 4 Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 4 By JLarsen spartaguy23@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: 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 of a 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. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. Your comments are highly encouraged and appreciated. Email me at spartaguy23@gmail.com 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. Chapter 4 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 The older men were already up when Erik and I got out of the tent the next morning. As usual when anything sexual had happened, nothing was said about the previous nights jack off session. They offered us coffee and we sat down to drink. "Two weeks to go, boys," commented my dad, as usual, "I wish I could tell you more about what you will experience, but you need to let it unfold and take it as it comes. It wouldn't be as powerful if we told you about it beforehand." "There has to be something you can tell us about it," said Erik. "Even a little hint." "Well, I think we have already covered most of what we can talk about," my dad said. "The first two weeks are your orientation. You will learn what it really means to be a Spartan. You may have guessed that it is a bit more involved than walking around naked at a ski lodge or outdoor camp." We all smiled and shook our heads. "You will be assigned a mentor, just like I am for your Dad and he is for Mr. Stewart," said Mr. Mauer. "It's a relationship that is the strongest bond you will have in your life. You are responsible for the welfare of your charge. It is what makes Sparta special. You know that you are never alone in the world, no matter what happens." I had met the Stewarts numerous times. He was a supplier for the business my dad co-owned with Mr. Mauer. He had twin sons the same age as my brother and a daughter a year and a half younger than the twins. The Stewart males had met us for several ski trips and a couple of camping trips. We also got together as families fairly often around the holidays. It was clear that the men who had attended Sparta had definite plans in how to raise sons. The first trip, the Stewarts followed exactly the same protocol as we had: unpack, choose rooms, shower, and leave the clothes behind. Having unfamiliar people was only briefly uncomfortable. I learned over the years, that you actually get more comfortable with someone you have just met if you are naked, than if you are wearing clothes. I guess you are obviously more open and honest if you have nothing on. On the last camping trip, two more boys arrived with Mr. Stewart. On the trip up, my dad explained that Mr. Stewart's charge from Sparta had been killed in a car accident. Following the code, he had become guardian of the man's children, a girl and two sons. The girl was the same age as the twins and the boys each were 18 months younger than the child in front of them. From the pieces of conversation we could pick up, it sounded like the widow and her kids had actually moved into the Stewarts' house. While the two boys were definitely the youngest of the group, they fit into the flow quickly and easily. When we were all on trips, the twins were split up and each shared a room with Tim and Jared. Dad explained that this was a perfect example of the Spartan code. There could not have been any doubt about Mr. Stewart's responsibility to take in the young mother and her children. Just as this story was winding up, three of the guys we met on the trail to the shower arrived in our camp, clad only in sandals and what looked like slightly hard dicks. "Morning, I'm Nicolas Langley," the one we had spoken with yesterday said, extending his hand. "I'm Clint Donovan, this is my son Luke, and coming out of the tent is my youngest son, Tim," my dad said, shaking hands. "Sean Mauer, my sons Erik and Jared," said Mr. Mauer. The other two young men stepped forward. "Ian Landon," said one. "Cliff Murray," added the third. "Where is your fourth," asked my dad noticing that they were three, rather than four. "He got word that there was a family emergency," said Nicolas. "His grandmother apparently is quite ill. It's too bad, we were really looking forward to the next several days. Ian and I are on staff at Sparta and planned to relax a bit before the term starts." Nicolas was about 6' 2", short cropped dark hair and had a body like a Greek god. Ian was an inch shorter, but equally chiseled. He wore his straight blonde hair a bit longer than Nicolas, but still neatly trimmed. Cliff had curly brown hair and was just under 6'. As with the other young men, he was in great shape. "Well, you will get to know Luke and Erik a lot better soon," said Mr. Mauer. "They start as freshmen this year. We were just talking about what to expect. The boys were pumping us for information, which we unfortunately can't provide." He smiled as he said it. "It looks like you two are physically prepared," said Nicolas, appraising our bodies. He walked over to where I was standing and casually began squeezing my arms, shoulders, legs. He stood behind me and put his hands around my chest and squeezed hard feeling the depth of my chest muscles and brushing my nipples. I felt his dick momentarily brush against the crack of my ass. He came back around to my front, nodding his head, "Indeed, you are in great shape. What have you done in terms of conditioning?" "We played football, ran track and wrestled all four years of high school, so we have lifted a lot of weights," said Erik, possibly feeling a little left out. "We've also been lifting and running on alternate days during the summer." "It shows," said Ian, going through the same process of physically inspecting Erik. I was sure I saw him purposely brushing Erik's dick and balls as he felt his upper leg. Perhaps sensing Erik initially felt a bit left out, as Ian stood behind Erik, he took a bit more time, squeezing his chest, down to his stomach and seemed to brush Erik's slightly hardening cock again as he dropped his hands. "You guys look to be in great shape heading into school." As Ian came from behind Erik and took a cup of coffee from my dad, I could tell that his dick was slightly erect as well. Ian, Nicolas and Cliff also shaved their pubic hair. Apparently, Spartan men collectively thought grooming that area was the best approach. Try as we might, Erik and I couldn't get any real information from them. Nicolas and Ian had attended Sparta together, Cliff was Nicholas' charge, so was two years behind them. The older men were both 29 and had been at Sparta for two years as part of the staff. They both taught conditioning, which apparently, all of the staff participated in. Nicolas taught some of the English classes and Ian political science and history. Both men married the summer before they joined the Sparta staff. It struck me as a bit odd that their wives would be living at an all male school, but I guess that made sense. They couldn't expect the staff to be single or live apart from their wives. Breakfast was over and the four kids immediately began clean up duty, as was standard. The five older men moved slightly away from us and engaged in conversation on topics we couldn't overhear. As the three guests said their goodbyes and walked back toward their camp, I was filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety for Sparta. At least I knew some of the people who would be my teachers. It took a bit of the worry out of situation. After doing a bit of light reading to let the pancakes settle, I suggested that Erik and I go for a run before it got too hot. We went to our tent to get our running shoes on. We had both brought jocks for running, as it would be a bit uncomfortable to run with no support. We emerged in our shoes and jocks and began to stretch. "There is a trail that will give you a great workout if you head off the left," my dad said. "Keep going to the left whenever you find a split in the paths. A couple of miles in, you will find a swimming hole and water pump. It's a great spot." As we took off, I realized that we were headed in the direction that our guests had gone when they left to return to their camp. I hoped that we would see them on either the way out or back. As Erik and I developed a good strong pace, we approached what must have been their camp, but it was deserted. They must be off on a hike or taking a run as well. We followed dad's instruction and kept going left. The trail was a bit rugged, going up and down. I was looking forward to diving into the swimming hole and getting a drink of water. As we rounded a corner, we saw the swimming spot dad had mentioned. It was a wide spot in a small river and looked very cool and inviting. We ran directly toward it and immediately stripped off the jocks and shoes and dove in. The water was cool enough to be refreshing, but not so cold that it shocked our overheated systems. It felt great. "What do you think of our instructors?" asked Erik. "They seem like good guys," I answered. "I'm glad at least some of them are younger, I think that will make it better since they remember what it was like when they went through. Maybe they will be easier on us." We shared a light chuckle, knowing that was likely not going to be true. "Did it seem weird to you that they checked us out the way they did," Erik asked. "Kind of, but it seems that part of being a Spartan is being totally open about your bodies and not being at all self-conscious about being naked, having a hard on, or even jacking off," I answered. "It felt like Ian was purposely rubbing his hands on my dick and he definitely was rubbing his cock on my ass when he felt my chest. Our dad's had to notice, but it didn't seem at all odd to them," observed Erik. "Well, after what happened last night, I guess nothing surprises me in regards to just how casual our dad's are when it comes to jacking off. When your dad was straddling my chest and I was looking up at his dick, it looked so much like yours, I had to remind myself it was your dad. I almost reached up and started sucking it, just like I would have done if it were yours," I said. "Yea, that was kind of odd last night. It was very hot, obviously, but at times it just seemed weird. We are always naked and it's not like we haven't seen our dads and brothers with hard ons and there was even that scene in the showers a while back, but this seemed to be different. Midway through your massage, I glanced over at your dad, and he was watching pretty intently and stroking his cock. I followed his eyes and could see my dad's semi hard cock going back and forth on the crack of your ass. I immediately got hard," said Erik. "I was wondering what was going on. I was facing away from you guys, so I had no idea if you were watching. I could feel your dad's dick getting harder and harder as he worked on me," I said. "When you turned over and he saw your hard dick, I thought I heard your dad mumble something that sounded like 'Nice' and he kept playing with himself. He saw me and just smiled and went back to watching and stroking," Erik said. "Well, they have told us from the start that our bodies are for enjoyment and that we shouldn't be embarrassed about doing things that feel good," I said. "Granted they haven't been real specific about any boundaries, other than to say that any partner has to be willing. I guess we just take it as it comes. Maybe I should have reached up and start giving your dad a blow job, that would certainly tested the boundaries." We both had a good laugh and decided that test should maybe wait for a later day. I thought I heard something up the river and around a bend. "Shhhhh," I said. "Listen. I think there is someone around the bend." We sat quietly in the water and listened. We could definitely hear what sounded like voices. Quietly, we moved through the water approaching the bend. As we got closer, we could see that we had actually missed the main swimming hole. The closer we got, we could see a sand bar in the middle of two larger pools of clear water. The voices slowly got louder. We couldn't make out an actual conversation, but caught words and phrases here and there. "Oh yea! Do it." "Keep going!" "Oh, that's nice." "I've sure missed tapping this." This last phrase being the most clear of anything before it. We heard it just as we came around the bend to see the whole sandbar. I froze in my tracks and put an arm out to stop Erik. There on the sandbar were Nicolas, Ian and Cliff. The phrases we heard immediately made sense when we realized what was going on. Cliff was on his hands and knees with Nicolas kneeling behind him and Ian in front of him. Cliff and Nicolas were facing our general direction, with Ian's back to us. It was obvious that Nicolas was fucking Cliff's ass and I assumed that Ian was feeding Cliff his dick from the front, getting a blow job. We were wide eyed in amazement. Erik and I had used our tongues on each other's ass and loved the feeling. We had even stuck a finger or two up each other's ass while giving an especially vigorous blow job, but we had never seriously considered actually fucking each other. Cliff seemed to be enjoying his role and Ian and Nicolas were certainly enjoying the attention they were getting. Erik and I took a step back, hoping to remain hidden, but still able to watch the proceedings. Nicolas glanced in our direction and I held my breath. It seemed like he hesitated for minute, but he kept at what he was doing. Did he see us? If he had, surely he would have called us out for spying on them. I didn't think it would bode well for us to not even have arrived at school and caught two teachers feeding their hard cocks to another man. The thought of what their wives would think if they saw this crossed my mind as well. Nicolas smiled and pulled his big dick out of Cliff's ass. "Change in position," Nicolas said. He lay down on the blanket on his back and he pointed his massive dick in the air. He didn't have to say a word. Cliff let Ian's cock fall from his mouth and mounted Nicolas. He slowly lowered himself all the way down and began to slowly rock up and down on Nicolas's dick. "Oh, that's hot boys," said Nicolas. "Just like the old days. I always enjoyed watching Cliff give you a hummer Ian. It was always nice to have a charge around to take care of things. Too bad your charge had to leave so you can't have an ass. Oh well, Cliff's ass is mine, but you can have his mouth whenever you want it." He started pumping up into Cliff's ass in earnest. "I do have to thank you," said Ian in between moans of pleasure. "Ass is nice, but Cliff is a master at sucking dick. I remember he took to it right off." Because of the change of position, we had an even clearer view of everyone. Ian's dick was about my size and sliding in and out of Cliff's mouth with a steady rhythm. Nicolas had a huge cock. It was definitely thicker than mine and likely longer as well, but it was hard to tell from this distance. I couldn't believe that Cliff had it all the way in his ass. Cliff's cock was being stroked by Nicolas and, while a respectable size cock, was not as large as the other two. Nicolas seemed even more vocal since the change in position. "Oh, yea, you haven't lost the touch. God's that's tight. Oh that's nice......" Ian was less vocal, but given his moans, he certainly seemed to be enjoying it. My dick was just out of the water and hard as a rock. I started stroking like mad and noticed that Erik was doing the same thing. The scene kept going for a few more minutes and then the chain reaction started. "Oh, suck it hard, Cliff, here is comes....arghhh!" yelled Ian as his hips pumped and he took Cliff's head and held it in place as his dick went deep down his throat. Nicolas was pumping violently from underneath, "Oh yea! Take my cum in your ass! Yessss!" As Nicolas was slowing his thrusts, Cliff's cock erupted in several hot streams. At that moment, Erik and I both began to cum as well. It was all we could do to keep quiet as our bodies shook with orgasm. The men were untangling themselves from each other. Nicolas was now standing facing directly toward us. We could see his dick slowly contracting and still a bit of cum leaking from the tip. "We should take this show on the road men," Nicolas said. "I bet some folks would get pretty hot watching three studs fuck each other." They all laughed in agreement and dove into the water.