Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 14:50:31 -0700 From: bluejay1501@juno.com Subject: "Military School Control" Gay Authoritarian +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This not a true story. It's a fantasy for guys who like this sort and thing and who can get off on it. I hope it does the job. If you are under 18, get off, not sexually but off this web address. We all love you and await you when you are 18. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ MILITARY SCHOOL CONTROL Here I am, unpacking my shit at this so-called Military Academy. How did I get here? My Dad caught Eric and me in a nice friendly sixty-nine. He hit the roof! "I'm sending you away, to Scholl's Academy' (they make corn plasters, I thought.) He continued: "They'll make a man of you, you poof." Anyway, this place is bogus. It's nothing to do with the real Army of the United States. Those uniforms on the staff are just made- up versions of the real thing and the ranks on them are like the badges you can buy in any novelty store. But the kids look great in their uniforms. Tight, ass-showing backs and smooth fronts which show what you got. The room was practically bare. Two battered desks and chairs plus a double decker bunk. They sure are saving money by called it a military academy. Just then, the door burst open and a tall kid with an almost bald haircut came in. No hello. He just moved in front of me (too close for a space comfort.) stared at me out of pale blue eyes, twisted his puffy lips: "You do give blow jobs don't you? My last roommate was ready all the time. I like 'em and I need them. Get it!" He poked me sharply on my chest to emphasize. "You ought to know that I don't kiss, I don't do any faggy stuff. I just receive blow jobs." He continued to stare at me, waiting for my reply. Finally I said "OK." OK to what I wasn't sure but it seemed the only way to get rid of his standing so close. Finally he walked away, slipped off his sweats and top. He was naked. A fabulous body the kid had. I specially did not stare. I'm not so bad myself. I am shortish: 5'5" but if you look up "cute" in the dictionary, you'll find my picture there. I'm toned and cut and my cocks is big and also cut. I found out that my roommate's name was Danny. I found out because his pal came calling for him. Ace was Captain of the swim team. Danny was their backstroke record holder. Ace was almost a twin of Danny's except he had black hair. The rest of the day was spent in registration and orientation. I didn't seen Danny the rest of the day as he was in his second year. That night, away chow I studied a little under the dim bulbs of the library and began to get sleepy. I headed back to my room. Danny was there, lying on the top bunk, naked. "Hi champ. Let me try out your chops." I laughed uneasily. He jumped gracefully to the floor. Grabbed my head in a lock. He stuck his middle finger into my mouth. "Suck it. Get some practice." I could see his dick rising. Gradually he pushed on my shoulders and get me kneeling in front of him. "Lick it!" He squeezed my cheeks so hard I opened my mouth to scream and at that moment he pushed his fat cock into my mouth. I swallow a few times to get myself calmed down. "That's it twink. Get that hot fat pink tongue moving." Against my will I began to move my tongue. I had to admit his cock tasted great and I could swell his clean but manly bush. "Move your head. Work for the cream baby." I began to get a little crazy. My cock was hard and trapped in my shorts. In spite of myself I began to suck him in earnest. Up and down, spit falling on his balls and the floor. I realized I was moaning in pleasure. I looked up at him. He was grimacing with pleasure but also smiling down at me triumphantly. "You're good. I'm going to come soon and you will love it. All the gay boys say I taste like honey. " I continued to suck faster. I was moaning with excitement. He patted my head. "It's OK, I know you love doing it. But be careful. Don't jerk your cock. In fact never jerk off again. I want you to be on edge all the time. O OOOO H here it comes." He almost jackknifed over my back, bucking and crying out. Shots of warm sperm erupted into my mouth. He did taste good. Finally he stopped bucking. Calmed down, patted my check. "OK boy. It's over until the next time. Go to bed and remember, no pulling off at night. I'm right above you and I can feel any movement. I had trouble falling asleep. I was keyed up and hard up. I began playing with myself very carefully. But then I looked up and I saw an eye looking at me. He had moved the mattress slightly and could see down through the springs. I put my hand up on top of the covers. He grunted "Good." Finally I fell asleep. The next morning I felt the bed swaying as Danny jumped down. He stood on the side of the bed, his prick standing out. The tip was slightly wet. "Like it babe. I like a good cum before my shower. " Wordlessly I sat up. He moved between my bare legs, his cock right at me lips. I sighed contentedly, like a good boy I thought. I opened up and let him slide in. I reached behind and held his muscular ass cheeks. Once I tried to pet his ass hole but he grabbed my wrist and almost broke it. "In faggy stuff!" He let me stroke his legs and squeeze his balls and tickle his ball-bag. I now knew when he was going to cum. He would begin to bend from the waist and bend over me. I could feel his hot breath on my back and his drooling pooling there. He would begin the chant: "Yeah, yeah, yeah." and suddenly he would let out a loud grunting groan and begin the shake, his knees buckling. It was the only time he seemed vulnerable and I loved him at these times. Finally he recovered. Gave me that master to dog pat and paddled into the bathroom He was sitting on the crapper when I entered. "Oh sorry," I said. "It's OK with me if you can stand the stink," he laughed. I heard plop, plop and strangely I began to get a strong hard on. "You are enjoying this, aren't you, you freak. Get out so I can shit in peace. He finally finished in the bathroom and threw on his usual sweats and athletic shirt and slammed out of the room. I slipped into the john. He hadn't flushed. There they were, two perfect dark and light brown turds, floating lazily. I leaned in. I sniffed. Then I shook my head to clear it. I realized that I was being a little nuts. I flushed. That evening, Danny had me on the floor. His orders were to suck real slow. I was doing it when the supposedly locked door opened and Ace came in. He smiled and grabbed his dick. Danny said that Ace was a little queer and he liked to fuck guys. "I invited him to fuck you while you finish me off." I jumped up. "No one is going to fuck me ever." Suddenly I felt a sharp blow on my chin. I blacked out a moment and when I came to, Danny was sitting on my head and Ace had my ass up, holding me by my hips. The pain was indescribable. I know that later I found blood when I wiped myself. Danny, to his dubious credit called out: "Ace, stop a minute. You're ripping him, use some grease." Ace pulled out completely, greased my ass hole and reentered in one motion. I cryed out in pain. He began a hard in and out motion. I knew he was deep but I never found that wonderful feeling everyone claims. It took me many years to overcome with fears to finally get that fucked feeling that was wonderful. There was were: Ace grunting like hog, with each stroke and me crying out with every thrust. Suddenly a key rattled in the lock and a unformed officer came in. "Get dressed, the three of you, and be in the Commander's office in three minutes." "Oh shit," Ace and Danny said, "This is not good." "Don't worry," Ace said thoughtfully. That's Major Swift. He's gay, he won't press charges. It'll just be a bawling out and some marching in the quadrangle. He was wrong. When we got down to the office, the Major ordered Ace and Danny to bend over the desk and lower their pants. Major Swift took a paddle with the school insignia on it and then reached up for a twin of it and handed to me. "We give them each twenty....but no holding back." I took Ace. He was my tormentor. The Major patted Danny's handsome as and said. "We'll put a little color on it. It looks pale." Be began. I counted. At ten strokes the Major called to me: "He likes it. He's fucking boned and dripping. It a few more swaps he's going to come, the queer bastard." Ace on the other hand was hating it. His face was screwed up in pain and he was beginning to bawl, tears dripping on the desk, snot flying with each wack. Finally it was over. Ace still sniveling and Danny trying to hide the sperm stains on his pants. Both of them left the Academy. I got to like this stupid place especially those warm tonged kisses from the Major. Dear old Dad was pleased as punch over my good marks. "I knew they'd make a man of you." Actually I made a Major. THE END I wrote this for all you cute guys who are about to reach for it. Now you have a reason. Love Jay