Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 08:59:15 -0500
From: Chuck S <ascouter4@gmail.com>
Subject: Academy in the Forest - Chapter 5

The Academy in the Forest

By: Chuck S

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons
is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships
and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age,
please stop here.

Let me start by thanking everyone for the emails you have sent. I
appreciate the feedback greatly. Academy in the Forest is my first attempt
at erotic fiction, so bear with me. Please feel free to send me an email at
ascouter4u@gmail.com I respond to most emails. Without further ado...

Academy in the Forest – Chapter 5

I was awoken on Saturday morning by Scott shaking me roughly.

"Come on, wake up! We are going to be late for soccer practice! I
completely forgot about it." He said, almost shouting.

I quickly climbed out of bed and pulled on the first clothes I could
find. Scott and I ran down the stairs and out the door, heading toward the
athletics building.  Practice was already underway as we ran into the
locker room. Scott and I quickly changed into our practice gear and headed
out.

"Scott, and Tim, you owe me a mile after practice for being late, but for
now get in there!" The coach yelled.

This was not a good way to start off the day. I wish I could say practice
was fun today, but it wasn't. The coach was making us pay for being late.
He pushed the entire team hard, but pushed Scott and I even harder. Just
when I thought practice would never end, the coach blew his whistle
signaling practice was over. He called us in for a quick talk before
dismissing the rest of the team to the locker room.

"Okay you two, this was our first Saturday practice. I hope that the mile
you are about to run will help you remember to be on time. I know I was
hard on you guys today, but you two are among the best on the team. Tim, I
know you are new to this, but you are already great. With more practice,
you could be amazing. We are getting ready to go into the most difficult
part of our season as we face some of our toughest opponents. I hope you
can understand why I pushed so hard today." The coach finished sincerely.

"We got it Coach." Scott said. And with that, we set off on our mile
run. While I didn't enjoy the run, it was made more bearable since Scott
was right there with me. We finished the mile up pretty quickly then headed
for the locker room. As we walked in, it seemed like the whole team was
gone already. Even the coach's office was closed and empty.

Scott and I walked to our lockers and grabbed everything we would need for
a shower. As we rounded the corner to the showers, we walked in on Nick and
John making out under a shower head. It was quite a sight to see the water
cascading down their impressive bodies as they continued to kiss. They both
had their eyes closed, so we were able to enjoy the show until Scott
cleared his throat loudly, causing hem both to jump.

"Oh, crap! We thought everyone was gone already. I forgot you two were out
running still. At least it was you two and not someone else who caught us."
John said.

"Well, mind if we join you?" Scott asked.

"Sure, come on in. The water is still nice and warm." Nick answered.

Scott and I took the two shower heads next to them. They went right back to
what they were doing before we had interrupted them. Watching them making
out was seriously turning me on. I looked to Scott and saw he was feeling
the same way, judged by the fact that he was rock hard. While we were both
horny, we weren't ready to do anything sexual with anyone else yet. Hell,
we had only jacked each other off one time. Scott and I finished showering
quickly, got dressed and headed for our dorm room.

"Wow that was so hot watching those two make out!" Scott said as soon as
the door closed.

"I know! I saw you were barely controlling yourself." I said with a laugh.

"Oh, I'll show you how in control I can be." Scott said suddenly
serious. "Take off your shirt boy!"

Scott was taking charge of the situation. It took me a second to realize
what he was doing, but once I did, I was turned on even more. I lifted my
shirt off slowly, allowing him to progressively see more of my body. Once
my shirt was off, I tossed it to the floor.

"It took you too long to start taking your shirt off. I think I should
punish you." Scott said with a sly grin.

He walked up to me and pinched one of my nipples just hard enough to cause
a bit of pain, but turning me on in the process. Just when I thought that
was all my punishment would be, he leaned down and nibbled on the other
nipple causing me to moan.

"That will teach you to immediately follow my orders." Scott said, trying
hard to maintain his composure.

Scott then put his lips to mine and began kissing me, pushing his tongue
into my mouth. He used his hands to rub my back, then lowered them down and
squeezed my butt. As we continued to make out he moved his hands up to
caress my face, then slowly lowered his hands down my chest and abs. He
reached down and fondled my already hard cock through the athletic shorts I
was wearing. Scott then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and
pulled them down, leaving me in just my boxers.

"Okay, now strip me." He ordered, stepping back from me.

I reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it up slowly. First
thing I could see was the waistband of his American Eagle boxers above his
athletic shorts. That was followed by his nicely defined abs with a hint of
a blonde happy trail leading into his boxers. As I continued to raise his
shirt I could now see his nice pecs and his round nipples. Now that I had
the shirt covering his face, and his arms in the air ready for me to finish
removing it, it was time for me to take control, even if only for a moment.

I leaned in and sucked on his neck while exploring his chest and abs,
making sure to tweak his nipples. I could smell the fresh scent of his body
wash, and he smelled amazing. I didn't want to push his directions too
much, so I finished lifting his shirt off. I then slowly slid his shorts
off leaving him in his boxers. At this point, he stopped me.

"So, you think you can bend my directions do you?" Scott said looking like
he was thinking what to do to me next. He bent over and grabbed my t-shirt,
then folded it into a long rectangle. He then tied it around my head,
blindfolding me.

Now that I couldn't see, Scott snuck around behind me and embraced me from
behind. He began to suck on my neck while his hands roamed over my chest
and abs. Next he slid his right hand into my boxers and took hold of my
hard cock and began stroking me inside of my boxers. I could feel his boner
pressing into me. After only a few seconds, he released me, then pushed me
onto the bed.

Being blindfolded, I wasn't sure what he was going to do next. I heard him
rummaging for something, then he was next to me, tying my hands to the
headboard so that I was completely under his control. I was enjoying Scott
taking charge, but this was pushing it a bit. I now had no defense against
him since I was tied up and blindfolded. However, at the same time, I was
extremely turned on, not knowing what he was going to do next, and knowing
that I couldn't stop him.

I felt Scott climb into the bed, and what he did next I wasn't ready
for. Scott began tickling me mercilessly. I writhed about trying to escape
him, but there was nowhere to go. He stopped tickling me after a moment,
then climbed on top of me, sitting on me just above my cock. He leaned down
and started kissing me again. I don't know how long we made out for, but he
eventually stopped kissing me, then slid down so that he was kneeling over
my legs.

Scott fondled me, then reached into the fly of my boxers, and released my
erection. So here I was wearing only my boxers. Blindfolded and tied to the
bed, with Scott kneeling over my legs. He took my cock into his hand and
began jacking me off, causing me to moan in pleasure. He worked up and down
my shaft, using my precum as lube, then as I started getting close, he
stopped, and got off the bed.

I don't know how long he had been gone, but just when I wasn't sure if he
was still in the room, I felt something amazing that I had never felt
before. I felt something warm and moist swirl around the head of my cock,
which was followed by the head being enveloped in a warm moist space that
began to suck. Oh my god, Scott was giving me my first blowjob, and it was
amazing!

He started bobbing his head up and down, taking more and more of my shaft
into his mouth, massaging me with his tongue the entire time as he
sucked. As he began to get more of me inside of him, he gagged on my just
over seven inch dick. He backed off some, and placed his hand at the base
of my cock and began to stroke as he bobbed up and down. The sensation was
overwhelming, and I couldn't hold on much longer. I wish I could have
lasted longer, but I was going to explode.

"Oh fuck! Scott, I'm going to cum!" I warned.

Scott pulled off of my cock, and began jacking me off. I lasted mere
seconds before I started shooting wave after wave of cum. I wasn't sure I
would ever stop cumming. Finally, he released me. Just when I thought he
was going to untie me and let me play with him, I heard the unmistakable
sound of Scott jacking off right in front of me.

Scott stopped stroking himself for a moment so that he could remove my
blindfold. Kneeling right in front of me was Scott, still wearing his
boxers, with his boner sticking out of the fly. He smiled and began jacking
himself off again so that I could watch. Scott began to moan and started
rocking his hips back and forth as he stroked himself. His deep blue eyes
were staring into my eyes, then he lifted off of me and pointed his cock at
my face. He began to jack himself off feverishly and let out a deep
moan. The next thing I knew, Scott was shooting his teenage load all over
my face and chest. I was so turned on watching him jack and shoot his load
on me that I was hard and ready to go again, but it wasn't to be.

My cell phone began to ring, so Scott climbed off of me and looked to see
who was calling.

"It says it is your mom." He informed me, quickly untying me and handing me
the phone.

"Hey Mom, what's up?" I asked.

"Hey honey, I was calling to see what time you wanted us to pick you up for
dinner tonight." She said.

"Well what time is dinner?" I asked.

"Probably around five or so." She answered

"Okay, how about around three thirty so we can be there by four." I said.

"Okay, your father will be there to pick you up then. Talk to you later."

"Okay, bye Mom. Love you."

"Bye, love you too." She said, hanging up the phone.

I looked to the clock to see it was just after two. We had about an hour
and a half before my dad would be here to pick us up. The first order of
business was to wash all of both Scott's and my cum off of me. I walked
into the bathroom and started the shower as Scott walked in.

"I hope that wasn't too much for you. I was just so horny from seeing Nick
and John, and I thought it would be fun. I was so turned on after blowing
you, I was about to explode as it was. As for shooting in your face, I
don't know what came over me. Sorry about that, that may have been too
much." Scott said.

"Don't be sorry, it was a lot of fun. I have to tell you though, getting
sucked is absolutely amazing. I wish you would have let me do it to you,
and honestly, watching you stroke yourself and shoot on me turned me on big
time." I said back to him.

"Well, if you are up for it, you can always try blowing me next time."
Scott said.

"Okay, I may just do that." I said with a wink, stepping into the shower.

As I was about to close the shower door, Scott stopped me and stepped in to
the shower. He kissed me, then began washing me gently. He scooped up some
of his cum from my face and tasted it, then scooped up some more and
offered it to me to taste. I figured what the hell, if I was going to suck
his dick, I was going to find out what his cum tasted like anyway, so I
licked it off of his finger. It tasted sweet, yet salty. I wasn't sure I
liked the taste of it, but it definitely wasn't bad.

Scott finished washing me, so we stepped out of the shower and dried
off. We walked into the main room and pulled on some boxers.

"Hey Tim, I'm really nervous about meeting your mom. I want to make a good
impression, and I want her to be okay with the fact that you are gay."
Scott said.

"Well I guess She and my dad have talked about it before, so hopefully it
won't be much more than a formality." I said, trying to believe that the
words would prove to be true.

Scott and I started going through our clothing to find something to wear
for the evening. I found something fairly quickly, but Scott was nervous
and kept trying on different articles of clothing. I walked over and
squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, giving him a smile.

With my help, we were able to find Scott something he deemed appropriate to
wear. He settled on some khaki pants, a white button down shirt that had
some light brown stripes on it, and a blue undershirt that made his eyes
gleam. He looked truly amazing, but I think he would look as good no matter
what he was wearing.

Now that we were both dressed, we only had about twenty minutes until my
dad would arrive to pick us up. Those may have been twenty of the longest
minutes of my life. As time slowly crept by, I became more and more
nervous. I'm surprised that I didn't wear a hole in to the floor because I
was pacing so much. Finally, it was time to head downstairs and meet my
dad.

We only stood around for a couple of minutes before my dad pulled up in his
Toyota. We climbed in, Scott in the back seat, and myself riding shotgun.

"Hey boys, how has your week been?" my dad asked.

"Pretty good." I said. "I am enjoying all of my classes so far."

"That's good to hear, how about you Scott?"

"Not too bad. We had a tough soccer practice today." Scott replied.

"Well, I've heard good things about our soccer team, so hopefully the hard
work will pay off." My dad replied.

All too quickly, we arrived at my parents' house. I had been here once
before for about an hour last Saturday. It was a fairly nice house. Two
stories, four bedrooms, and three and a half baths. My parents were pretty
well off, my mom being a nurse, and my dad teaching at the prestigious
academy. My dad pulled into the driveway, put the car in park and shut it
off.

"You know, you really don't have anything to worry about." He said looking
over to me, trying to give me some reassurance.

With that, we climbed out of the car and walked to the front door, my dad
opening it and showing us in. I quickly showed Scott around the house so
that he could at least find the bathroom if he needed it. We walked in to
the kitchen, where we found my mom hard at work preparing dinner.

"Hey Mom." I said casually.

"Hi, Mrs. Stevenson" Scott quickly added.

"Hi boys. Scott, you don't have to call me Mrs. Stevenson, please call me
Terry." She replied.

"Okay." Scott said.

"So how has your first week been sweetie?" She asked, finishing what she
was doing and turning around to face us.

"Not too bad. I am really enjoying my classes, and I made it on to the
soccer team. Not sure what position I'll be playing yet, but it's been fun
so far." I replied

"You are playing soccer? Well isn't that interesting." She said. "So Scott,
is Tim being a good roomie for you?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Stevenson, he has been great." He said, then quickly added, "I
mean Terry."

"Oh its okay. It shows you have good manners by calling me
Mrs. Stevenson. If it is more comfortable for you to call me that, then
feel free. You should stick with calling my husband Mr. Stevenson with his
position at school though." She finished.

My mom went back to the stove to stir whatever was cooking in one of the
pots. I must say, while the food at school was decent, it still didn't
compare to good home cooking. It smelled delicious in here.

"So Mom, what's for dinner?" I asked.

"I'm making oven roasted chicken, with boiled potatoes, carrots, and corn
on the cob, with black forest cobbler for desert." She replied, still
working on dinner.

So, if you don't know what black forest cobbler is, it is devils food cake
mixed with cherry pie filling. The resulting combination is quite
delectable, and I highly recommend trying it. Anyway, it was still about
half an hour before dinner, so Scott and I joined my dad in the living room
where he was watching a college basketball game on the tv.

About ten minutes later, my mom called me into the kitchen and asked me to
set the table. I pulled out all of the needed dishes and utensils, then set
the table for the four of us. Just as I finished, my mom said that dinner
was ready. We all filled our plates and sat down to eat. Dinner was
accompanied by some casual chit chat, with my parents getting to know a
little bit more about Scott. There was a little bit of tension when my mom
asked Scott about his parents, but he played it off fairly nonchalantly.

As we finished dinner, my Mom served desert with vanilla ice cream, and it
didn't take us long to devour it. Scott and my dad returned to the living
room to watch the end of the game, and I started helping my mom clear up
from dinner. Well, I guess this was it. My palms were sweaty, and that all
too familiar sensation had returned to my stomach. I carried some of the
dirty dishes into the kitchen where my mom was putting leftovers into
containers. I set the dishes in the sink and began running water in
them. Then I shut the water off.

"Hey Mom, can we talk?" I asked quietly.

"Sure Honey, what is it? You aren't homesick already are you?" She replied.

"No, its not that." I said. "I need to tell you something that has been on
my mind lately. I talked to Dad about it earlier this week, and I need to
tell you too."

My mom stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me with a look of
concern on her face. "What is it Tim?" She asked. I took a deep breath.

"Well, for a while now, I have noticed that maybe I'm a little different."
I said, then paused a moment. "Mom, I think I'm... No, I know. Mom, what
I'm trying to say is, I'm gay."

Okay, that was it. It was out there, now all I had to do was wait for her
response. It felt like my entire life was passing me by as I waited for her
reaction. Sure it may have only been seconds, but I felt like I aged a few
years in the time it took her to respond.

"Oh, Tim. I pretty much already knew, but thank you for telling me." She
walked up and embraced me tightly.

I was shocked. I mean, obviously she was okay with me being gay, but how in
the hell did she know?  I hadn't done anything that I was aware of to give
it away, so I just had to know. Once we released our embrace, I posed the
question to her.

"So, how did you know?" I asked.

"Well, I wasn't certain, but I had a few clues." She said, then
continued. "First, you have never mentioned any crushes on girls, but have
talked about various boys before. Next, When we have gone to the mall, I
noticed what caught your eye, or should I say who. You always seemed to
look more at guys than girls. Lastly, I noticed the way you look at
Scott. It is the same look your father gives me. You love him don't you?"

Wow, I had to give my mom some credit. She was obviously more observant
than I gave her credit for. It makes me wonder how much she allowed me to
get away with that I thought she was oblivious to.

"Well, I do like him. We have a lot in common, and have helped each other
over the past week with some tough issues. That and he is super cute." I
said the last bit and blushed slightly.

"That's true. If I was in high school, I could see myself crushing on
him. Something tells me that you are past crushing though." She said,
showing how observant she was once again.

"Well, we are kind of boyfriends."

"Oh, well good for you. If he makes you happy, which I can tell that he
does, I see no problem with it. I just want you to be careful. Many times
first loves end sooner or later, I just don't want you to get hurt." She
finished.

"Well I hope that day never comes. Scott is amazing." I said.

With the cat out of the bag, my mom and I walked into the living room. She
walked up to Scott and for a bit of fun decided to give him a hard time.

"How dare you turn my son gay!" She said trying to sound serious. "My son
was fine until he moved in with you, and now you have contaminated him with
your filth."

I couldn't keep a straight face and started to laugh at the scared face
Scott was making. He looked up and saw me laughing and the ruse was
over. My mom smiled and pulled him into a tight hug.

"I hope I didn't upset you Scott, I was just kidding. I can see that you
make Tim very happy, so I guess I should say welcome to the family." She
said with a smile.

Scott was relieved that my mom was only joking, and the rest of the night
was fairly uneventful. My parents learned more about Scott, and learned
about his parents kicking him out. My parents couldn't understand why
anyone would treat their kid in such a way, and told Scott that he was
always welcome with our family.

Just before nine, all four of us climbed into my mom's suv and headed back
to the school. My parents dropped us off in front of the dorm building and
bid us good night. Scott and I were tired from the long day we had so we
decided to go ahead and get some sleep.

Sunday was a day of relaxation, spent playing video games and watching
tv. I looked for an opportunity to try and suck Scott's dick, but
unfortunately the opportunity never really presented itself. That evening,
we decided we had better do some homework. I pulled out my copy of The
Grapes of Wrath and started working on the assignment for English, while
Scott did the same. At one point I looked up and saw it was already after
ten at night. With a yawn, I closed my book and turned off my desk lamp. I
pointed out the time to Scott, who followed my lead.

We both stripped down to our boxers and climbed into bed, turning off the
lights. Tomorrow would start my second week of classes at Seaside
Preparatory School for Boys. Everyone called it Seaside Prep for
short. Hopefully I could find my groove and get into a routine.

-End of Chapter 5

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