Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2012 06:38:11 -0500
From: J L <spartaguy23@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 4

Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 4

By JLarsen   spartaguy23@gmail.com

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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
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Chapter 4

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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.