Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2012 20:36:55 -0500
From: J L <spartaguy23@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 3

Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 3
By JLarsen   spartaguy23@gmail.com

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Chapter 3

This summer had been a difficult one for my girlfriend Mia and me.  I was
obviously going to an all male school that did not have a sister school
that was a possibility for her to be close to where I would be going.
There were several rules of Sparta that would make it even harder to
maintain a relationship: there were no cars allowed for underclassmen and
we had been told not to plan to leave the campus until Thanksgiving.  We
were on a collision course to a breakup, but neither one of us wanted to
address it.  Mia and I had been dating since our junior year.  She was
beautiful, with long blonde hair on a swimmer's body.

After dating for two years, I thought we would have been having sex, but
Mia didn?t feel comfortable going all the way.  We had been naked together
countless times, exploring each other?s bodies, but she was adamant that my
hard dick wouldn?t enter her virgin pussy.  A couple of months after we
started dating, she did start going down on me.  I think she did it more
out of obligation than really enjoying it.  Of course it felt good, how
could it not, but she was nowhere near as good as Erik.

Mia's blow jobs tended to be her more or less putting her mouth on my cock
and not much else.  Over the time we dated, I was able to coach her into
being a bit better at it, but it was pretty obvious, that it wasn't
something she liked to do, but she knew that if I wasn't getting at least
some action, we likely would have broke up a long time ago.  So, we settled
into a fairly predictable sexual pattern with unspoken rules and boundaries
that I no longer tried to extend.  I could play with and use my tongue on
her tits, but not her pussy.  I could use my fingers to play with her clit,
but neither my tongue nor my fingers couldn't penetrate her.

Not to brag, but I was considered a pretty good catch.  People often told
me that I was very good looking.  The business Erik's and my dad owned was
very successful.  I was a decent student, but hadn't really applied myself
to my academics as much as I could.  My dad had said it would have been
better to get A's, but B's at the prep school I attended were not bad.

Erik was in a similar girlfriend situation. We both had made it through
high school without getting properly laid.  From what he said, his
girlfriend Jenny was a more enthusiastic cocksucker than Mia, but wouldn't
go all the way either.  Erik had also progressed to going down on Jenny,
which he said was great.  Unfortunately for him, after she would shake with
orgasm, having just gone down on her made him even more eager to put his
hard cock into her very wet pussy.  But she was adamant.  It wasn't going
to happen.

We often laughed about how the girls said they didn't want to lose their
virginity while still in high school.  Given what they had already done
with us, could they really claim to still be virgins?  But we recalled what
we talked about those years ago at the ski condo with our dads.  You only
did what the other person was open and agreeable to do.  Erik and I also
discussed what our fathers had said regarding the emotional side of things.
We liked the girls and enjoyed being around them.  We had a good time and
never really argued over things, but neither of us could really say that we
were in love.  It was two weeks before Erik and I would report to school.
Classes didn't start for another two weeks after we reported.  My dad said
he couldn't tell me a lot about what would happen in the first two weeks of
school, but it would be a lot of physical exercise.  The closest thing he
could compare it to was basic training in the military, but he doubted that
most military recruits could make it through Sparta.  Of course, that
served to spur Erik and me on to more training.

Erik and I had been looking forward to a one week camping trip with our
brothers and dads.  We would be leaving that Saturday morning.  Mia, Jenny,
Erik and I were at one of the favorite hangouts for high school kids early
Thursday evening.  Erik and I arrived and went to the booth where we knew
the girls would be.  The conversation was casual, but there was an obvious
tension in the air.  We all knew that our lives were about to change
forever and it likely entailed that the changes wouldn't involve the four
of us staying as a foursome who had spent most of the last year double
dating and doing a lot of things together.

As the food we had ordered arrived, it seemed almost as if by pre-arranged
signal, the girls started a definite line of conversation.

"I still don't understand why you two are going to this small college that
no one has ever heard of," said Jenny.  "I asked the guidance counselor
about it and he said that it isn't even accredited.  You two could go to a
better school and we could all stay together."

"Oh, wouldn't that be wonderful.  I bet you could still get in at State,"
chimed in Mia.

Erik and I exchanged looks.  We had covered this ground before with the
girls.  Even though we had to admit that we didn't know many of the details
of what college life at Sparta would be like, we wouldn't consider not
going.  We maintained our silence hoping the conversation would move onto
another topic.

"When we went on our visit last year, everything on campus was so great,"
continued Jenny.  "There are so many things to do and be involved in.  I
just don't get why you guys would want to go to such a small school.  There
just can't be the same opportunities."

"I know," added in Mia in what was obviously a rehearsed dialogue.  "If we
all went together we could pledge the same houses.  The fraternities have
great alumni networks.  I am sure that they would help you in a career as
much as the alums from Sparta."

Something inside my head clicked at that point.

"We have been together for two years and you have no idea who I am," I said
with an intensity that surprised the other three.  "If you had actually
listened to me talk about what I want do with my life, we wouldn't be
having this conversation.  I want to go to Sparta.  I have told you since
we started dating that I looked forward to it.  I trust my dad and his
advice that Sparta will prepare me for adulthood better than anything else
I could possibly do.  Were you not paying attention all of those times or
have just chosen to ignore what I was saying?"

"Luke, that isn't fair," said Jenny.  "Erik has said all of those same
things, but come on you guys, it doesn't make sense.  You can get into any
school you want.  Your parents can obviously pay for it.  Why would two
guys with as much going for you as you two have waste your time at a school
like Sparta?"

I know she meant it as compliment and that the two girls really did have
our best interest at heart, but the effect was the opposite.  Erik and I
exchanged a look of complete understanding without having to say a word.

"You know, I felt this was coming on for awhile, but you just made the
decision a lot more clear," I said.  "I would have preferred to do this
someplace else, but it doesn't really matter.  Mia, it's over.  Enjoy
State, enjoy your sorority, enjoy your activities.  You won't have to worry
about having a boyfriend at another school."

"I'm not sure how you thought this would play out," Erik added, "but if you
thought we would all of the sudden have a revelation and say 'Oh, my god
you're right, we should change schools so we don't miss out on any of these
wonderful things you are talking about', you didn't think it through very
well.  Enjoy your freshman year."

We threw some money on the table and walked out.  The girls started to call
after us, but must have realized they had indeed had a flawed strategy.

"Well, that was bound to happen at some point this summer," I said as we
walked to my car.  "I always felt there was something lacking in the
relationship and now I have the answer.  She was more in love with the idea
of who I was rather than who I really was."

Before we had much time to think about it, we left with our brothers and
dads for annual summer trip.  It seemed that our camping trips had always
been earlier in the summer.  This trip was in the early part of August.  As
we pulled into the gated camp, we could see a few more vehicles than we had
encountered in the past.  Anticipating my question, my dad said, "Later in
the summer is reserved for families with older boys."

Setting up camp was as efficient as usual.  As we headed off to the shower
building, we could see a group of four younger men walking toward us.  They
had their towels over their shoulders, but were as naked as we were.  As we
got closer, they seemed familiar, especially the one on the outer left.  As
we met, the one seeming the most familiar to me made the connection.

"Hey, it's the families who shower together.  Are you here for the week?"
he asked.  It was the group of guys we had met in the shower a couple of
years before.

"Yep, here all week," replied Mr. Mauer.  "We are in the second site on the
left.  We eat breakfast at 7:30.  If you are up, come on over for
pancakes."

"Looks like we are neighbors. If breakfast is at 7:30, we'll be up," the
younger guy grinned.  "See you in the morning."

I wasn't sure what I thought about having other people in close proximity
to our camp.  The nudity and mildly sexual atmosphere seemed completely
appropriate with just the families.  It was second nature and we didn't
give it a second thought.  Obviously, these guys were comfortable with the
nudity, but I wasn't sure if it would be as comfortable with some strangers
among us.

Looking around the shower room, it struck me that we were fast becoming
more a group of six men, as opposed to two men and four boys.  Erik and I
had turned 18 in October and November, respectively.  Jared and Tim were a
little over a year behind us, celebrating their 17th birthdays in November
and December.  We were a pretty impressive group of guys.  Each set of
brothers looked like slightly smaller versions of their fathers.  All of us
had athletic builds.  The dads still worked out daily and it showed.  We
younger boys were growing into ourselves.  Erik and I had both grown a
little over inch in our senior year, I was 6' 1" and Erik right at 6 feet
tall.  We were able to look our dads square in the eyes.  The younger boys
were still a couple of inches shorter, but catching up quickly.  Our
fathers still had much more muscle development, but Erik and I had the hard
bodies of 18 year old athletes.

I gazed lower and judged that Erik and I had caught up to our fathers in
terms of dick size.  It might have been youthful bravado, but I thought if
we were all hard, I would win the big dick contest among the four of us.
Coming in at close to 8" when hard, I knew mine was slightly bigger than
Erik's, a bit thicker and longer, but his was certainly nothing to be
embarrassed about.  After the years of exploring each other's bodies, I had
always been a bit bigger and it was the running joke that his being a month
behind meant he would never really catch up to me.  Our brothers were also
rapidly catching up to us in terms of body development and cock size.  It
would be interesting in a couple of years to see where we all ended up
relative to each other.

Back in camp, we were relaxing around the fire and I started to do some
mild stretching.  Erik and I had done several circuits of weight training
earlier in the day before we had left and I was feeling it.

"Little bit sore?" asked Mr. Mauer

"Yea, I may have overdone it a bit yesterday," I answered.  "You and dad
have struck the fear of god into us, so we are pushing it pretty hard at
the gym.  My shoulders and legs are a bit tight."

"Get the lotion.  I bet I can get those kinks worked out for you," replied
Erik's dad.  I went into the tent and returned with blanket to spread on
the ground and some after sun lotion.

"Start off laying face down," ordered Mr. Mauer.  As soon as I was on the
ground, he straddled me resting his weight just behind my ass.  His fingers
were strong and he obviously knew what he was doing.  The muscles in my
shoulders started to relax and feel better than they had in a long while.
As he worked on my shoulders and upper back, I could feel his dick rubbing
against my butt crack.  It only added to the great sensations I was
feeling.  I wasn't sure, but it felt like his dick was getting harder with
each thrust.  My dick was starting to stir and grow hard as well.

He had finished my back and got up and knelt between my legs.  As he did,
he moved my legs further apart so he had room to kneel between them.  He
began to massage my butt.  Erik and I had traded rub downs over the years,
but they were nothing like this.  It was as if Erik's dad had been a
massage therapist earlier in life.  He moved from my ass down to my legs,
working his hands all the way around my legs, casually touching my low
hanging balls in the process.  It took me back to when he applied the sun
tan lotion on a previous trip.  I couldn't tell if he was purposely feeling
them as well, but he certainly wasn't doing anything to avoid them.  He got
a bit more lotion and his strong hands went back up to my ass.  He massaged
my cheeks, spreading them apart, baring my hole.  The lotion made his hands
easily slide all over my ass.  His technique was marvelous.  His fingers
would spread my cheeks as his thumbs would trace down my crack down to my
hole.  I felt my ass involuntarily rising up to meet his strokes.  I moaned
quietly as his thumb massaged that sensitive spot between my ass and ball
sack.  My cock was rock hard.  I was silently thankful I was on my stomach.
We didn't hide our hard ons in camp, but they weren't caused by the touch
of one of our campmates, especially my best friend's dad.  I was enjoying
the feeling immensely.

'Okay, done with that side, turn over and let me get the front," said
Mr. Mauer.  He moved out of the way so I could easily roll over.  "Oh
well," I thought and turned over keeping my eyes closed.  It would be
easier if I didn't see his reaction.

"Nice boner," he joked.  "Clint, I think he might finally have you beat in
the size department."

I kept my eyes closed hoping the conversation would move onto something
else.  He straddled my mid section with his ass planted right over my hard
dick.  The massage moved onto my chest.  I had worked with weights all
through high school, so my chest was very well developed.  The strong hands
working me over were great.  His hands went over my nipples and it felt
nice.  A slight sigh escaped my lips.  My nipples were always evident, but
now, they were definitely sticking out wanting to be noticed.  The next
instant, both nipples were between his thumb and finger and he was
squeezing hard.  It was like a bolt of electricity raced from my nipples to
my dick.  I arched my back and involuntarily thrust my pelvis up.  I could
feel my dick push into his ass crack.

I could hear both my dad and Mr. Mauer chuckle slightly.  The nipple tweak
was apparently the end of the massage, as I felt the pressure of his weight
come off my body.  I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I wasn't the only
one with a raging hard on.  Mr. Mauer was kneeling over me, his hard dick
not far from my face.  It looked like the dick I had sucked so often in
similar circumstances, I had to remind myself that it wasn't Erik, but his
dad and that I shouldn't raise my mouth to it and take it in.  He seemed to
hesitate for a minute almost sensing what I was thinking, but then stood up
displaying his hard on for whoever happened to be looking.

Erik and my dad had been watching the massage and each had mild boners as
well.  Mr. Mauer took another squirt of the lotion and tossed it to me.

"Well, I certainly won't be able to get to sleep unless I take care of
this," said Erik's dad as he knelt next to me and started to stroke his
cock.  Still lying down, I took some lotion and started to do the same.
Erik and my dad had been unconsciously stroking as they had been watching
the massage, but now they started in earnest.  Jared and Tim had been on
the other side of the fire and had missed the show.  Now, they came over to
see what was going on.

They were greeted with what had to an interesting sight.  Dad and Erik on
chairs next to each other stroking their hardening cocks.  I was lying on
the blanket stroking my raging hard on and Erik's dad kneeling next to me
doing the same.  Jared and Tim's dicks immediately began springing to life.
Dad was first to stand up and shoot a stream of white toward the fire and
onto the ground.  Erik barely had time to stand up before he blasted off.
Mr. Mauer seemed to be staring at my cock as he continued to stroke, the
younger boys at his side.  It was quite a view looking up seeing three sets
of balls swinging in motion with their hands stroking their cocks.  Erik's
dad started moaning and soon several jets of hot jism shot out of his cock
and hit me square on the chest.  The younger boys took a step forward
thinking the older man had set an example and both blasted their loads onto
me as well.  As the first shot of the boys' cum hit me, I yelled out and
convulsed in one of the strongest orgasm I can remember.  It felt like I
would never stop cumming.

Breaking the silence the silence and tension, my dad said, "Well, that was
certainly fun.  Boys, since you made 2/3rds of the mess, get the wash
clothes and clean Luke off.  I don't think he is any condition to move for
a few minutes."  Tim and Jared got the damp towels we used for showering
and began to clean up the cum.  They giggled slightly as wiped off my cock
and I shivered slightly at their touch.