Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2015 14:37:49 -0500
From: J L <spartaguy23@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming a Spartan - Chapter 20

Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 20
By JLarsen   spartaguy23@gmail.com
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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
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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.