Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2012 19:27:26 -0500
From: J L <spartaguy23@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 5

Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 5

By JLarsen   spartaguy23@gmail.com

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Chapter 5

We waded quickly and quietly back to our shoes and jocks, obviously not
wanting to get caught.  We didn't speak until we were back on the trail.
We were running, but at a pace where we could still talk.

"Holy shit!" Erik exclaimed.  "My head is spinning.  I'm trying to process
everything we just saw and heard."

"Tell me about it.  It was information and sensory overload.  I was so busy
watching, I'm not sure I heard everything correctly, but what I did hear
sounded unbelievable," I said.

"Okay, for a minute, let's just put aside the fact that two of our
instructors, who happen to be married, were just fucking another guy in
every available hole he had," Erik said.  "Let's go over what they were
saying.  Ian said he was bummed that his charge went home, but he could
still have Cliff's mouth when he wanted it.  Does that mean he has to give
him a blow job when he wants it?"

"That's what it sounded like to me.  And Nicolas is the only one who gets
to fuck his charge's ass?  What was that about?  They obviously did it in
front of and with each other when they were in school.  Guys must do a lot
of stuff while they are at school.  I wonder if our dads know the students
and instructors at school do this," I said.

"Well, my dad is your dad's charge, but somehow, I don't see them doing the
dirty with each other.  They have always been very casual about nudity, and
now even jacking off, but it's a bit of a big leap to taking it up the
ass," Erik said.

We were quiet for while as we continued our run.  "I think Nicolas might
have seen us," I confessed.

"What!" Erik exclaimed, stopping dead in his tracks.

"Don't panic," I said continuing to run.  "He looked in our direction a
couple of times.  I could just swear that the change in positions and some
of the comments seemed for our benefit.  It's like he wanted to put on a
show for us."

"Don't panic?  Have you lost your mind?" said Erik incredulously.  "Not
only did we see our instructors fucking a guy, but one of them saw us
watching him!  We are toast."

"Slow down bro," I replied.  "Think about it.  If he was going to be upset,
he would have called us out when he saw us.  Instead, he re-arranged
everyone so we get a better view of the action.  Then, instead of just the
general grunts and groans you make while enjoying sex, he makes some
specific comments about what things were like when they were in school.  He
wanted us to watch and he wanted to feed us information about what school
was going to be like!"

"Maybe your right," said Erik as we arrived back in camp.  We got there
just in time for lunch.  We removed our jocks, and enjoyed a light bite and
something cool to drink.  Just as we finished cleaning up, I mentioned that
I wanted to go take a shower and Erik agreed.  As we were about to leave,
Nicolas, Ian and Cliff happened to walk by with their soap and towels in
their hands.

"Hey just in time," my dad said.  "The boys are headed to the showers as
well.  Friends shouldn't let friends shower alone.  Mind if the boys tag
along?"

"Glad to have them," said Nicolas, winking at me as he said it.  He knew we
were watching them earlier.  There was no doubt about it.  Erik looked
uncomfortable, but there really wasn't a way to back out at this point, so
we got our towels and soap and fell in the line with the three older guys.

"So, how did you spend your morning?" asked Cliff.  "Do anything fun?"

"We went for a run," answered Erik quickly.  "We didn't want to get out of
our training routine while we were here," he added hoping to score a few
points with our soon to be instructors.

"Good men!" said Ian, taking the bait, but grinning as if he already knew
what we done.

"There are lots of great trails on the property.  Did you go right or left
out of your site?  There is a great swimming hole up a bit of a long trail
if you go left," said Cliff, apparently the only one of the five of us who
didn't know we had seen him getting fucked.

"We found it," I said.

"You must have just missed us, we were up there as well earlier," Cliff
said as Ian and Nicolas suppressed grins.

"So, what have your dads told you about school?" asked Ian, thankfully,
changing the subject as we walked toward the shower building.

"You heard most of it at breakfast," I said.  "They have been short on
details.  Just that it is the best experience of their lives, they formed
friendships that will endure a lifetime, and that it set them up with a way
of living their lives that helps ensure success and happiness.  It almost
sounds like they read it off a brochure for the school, except, of course,
we have never seen a brochure for the school."

"Nor will you," said Nicolas.  "People who do know about it, know because
of a direct connection.  It's completely supported by the alumni, so there
are no outside funds or rules the school has to follow.  As long as its run
the way the Board of Governors want it run, everything is great.  And from
what I can tell, the school hasn't changed a lot in how things are run in
over 100 years."

"Very true," chimed in Ian.  "There used to be on premises high school, but
they did away with it a number of years ago.  I think that is the only
change they've made in decades.  In the first weeks of school, you have to
make a commitment to become a Spartan.  It's a lifelong commitment.  I
think they decided that high school was too early to ask someone make that
commitment."

"Does anyone who has signed up ever back out in the first weeks?" Erik
asked somewhat tentatively.

"It has happened, but it's very seldom," answered Nicolas.  "The only
people who are allowed in are children of alumni, or in some cases, the
nephews of alumni.  The dads and uncles have to recommend the boys.  It's
their responsibility to ensure that the boys have the right stuff to make
it though."

"Don't most boys have the physical aspects to make it through?" I asked.

"Sure, but being a Spartan is so much more than that," volunteered Cliff.
"It is a philosophy.  I don't want to sound like the brochure you think
your dads quote, but it dictates how you live your life, how you raise your
children, and how you interact with your wife, if you decide to get
married.  It is born out of gratitude for what those who have come before
you have done for you, so you must return the favor to those who are older
than you and have helped you on your road."

"Well said, Cliff," said Nicolas, "but almost too much information.
Suffice it to say boys, that you have to have the proper attitude as well
as physical strength and a keen mind.  You must be open to new experiences,
you can't reject something simply because you think it's not right or not
the way things should be.  Those who have come before have done it this way
for thousands of years - yes, Sparta traces its traditions back to ancient
Greece, it's more than just a name.  Now, here I am giving you more
information than I should." Nicolas put his arms around both of our
shoulders and walked with us for a bit.

"Now guys, I need your word on something," said Nicolas is a somewhat
conspiratorial voice.  "While it isn't unheard of for instructors to know
students before they arrive, it isn't generally done.  Once you get to the
campus, you don't know Ian or me, okay?  Anything we have talked about,
anything we might do together in the next couple of days, anything we see
you doing, anything you see us doing, must remain between us."

His tone was serious, but on the words '...see us doing' he squeezed my
shoulder a bit and had a glint in his eyes.

"Of course," Erik and I said at the same time.  We had arrived at the
shower building and entered.  No one else was in the building, so we had it
to ourselves.  As we left our shoes in the locker room and started toward
the shower area, Ian stopped and turned around.

"Since you guys are now sworn to silence, do you want to learn one of the
lessons of Spartan Code?"  asked Ian.  I saw him exchange a knowing look
with Nicolas.

"Of course," we said again eager to learn even a small aspect of things
relating to school.

"We have given you the gift of information, so you are obligated to show us
gratitude in some way," Nicolas started to explain.  "But now, as it will
be at school, you have little or nothing with which to express your
gratitude.  Those who have come before will usually have more money, more
status, more possessions than those who are younger.  So, how will you show
your gratitude as students?"

This was obviously a test.  My mind raced.  What was the answer.......

"We can be of service," I said before I even realized it.

"Very good," Nicolas said exchanging a look with Ian.  "That is exactly the
answer.  One way the young can show gratitude to those who help them along
the way is through service.  At times, that service relationship is formal,
as in the relationship of a charge.  Other times, it is less formal, as
ours will be this week."

Cliff had been silent through this exchange, which I assumed to be because
of his junior status to the other men.

"The next question is for you, Erik," said Ian.  "How can the two of you be
of service at this particular time and in this particular place?"

Erik picked up on the hint, "We could wash you," his voice wavered a bit,
knowing that was the answer, but unsure what it meant.

"I think we have two natural Spartans among us," said Nicolas.  "You are
exactly right.  Cliff is my charge and will instruct you in the proper way
to serve an elder in order of the bath."

Cliff, Erik and I entered the shower area.  "There are some simple rules,"
Cliff began.  "The water must be hot, but not so hot as to be
uncomfortable.  You shall not speak, you only obey and do what is expected
of you."  I wondered what we could be "expected" to do in terms of a
shower, but decided not to verbalize the question.

"You start with their hair and massage the scalp, using enough force to
clean and relax, but not too much," Cliff explained.  "It is all about
balance.  As you lather up the parts of the body, you must not be hesitant
about cleaning different parts of the body.  Their cocks and ass need
washing as much or more than the rest of their bodies.  They will expect
you to clean them thoroughly.  Tradition holds that their ass isn't clean
enough unless you would willingly use your tongue on it.  Begin."

We picked shower spouts a couple of spaces from each other to ensure that
we would have room to move.  We turned on the spray and adjusted the
temperature.  Cliff tested each and nodded for us to get Ian and Nicolas.

Using the words Cliff had whispered to us, I walked up to Nicolas, bowed
and said, "Thank you for the benefit of your knowledge.  I can only offer
my service in gratitude.  May I bath you?"  Nicolas was grinning at Ian as
he nodded his head.  It seemed that they had plotted something while Cliff
was giving us our instructions.  We gathered up their shampoo and soap and
followed them into the showers.

They walked to the spray and faced the wall, putting their heads under the
shower to get their hair wet.  We glanced at Cliff who was making a motion
of washing their hair.  Erik and I each put shampoo in our hands and walked
up to them.  They titled their heads back so that we could apply the
shampoo and massage their scalps.  After a few minutes of scrubbing, they
turned around to have the lather rinsed out.  This presented the first
somewhat awkward position.  They were too close to the wall for us to be
behind them to use our hands to help rinse the shampoo away.  Cliff
motioned for us to get closer to them and run the water through their hair.
In doing this, we were pressing our wet bodies against theirs.  As we
reached up to guide the water through their hair, it was impossible to
avoid contact.  The first things to touch were our dicks.  I was willing
mine not to get hard.

Thankfully, they both had shorter hair, so this task was accomplished in
relatively short order.  The conditioner followed the same sequence.  This
time as I rinsed Nicolas's hair, I could definitely tell his dick was
started to rise, as was mine.  As I lathered up the soap, Nicolas stepped
forward out of the spray and raised his arms slightly, giving me access to
his body.  I started on his broad muscled back, soaping his shoulders down
to just above his ass.  I then moved to the front and ran my soapy hands
over his chest.  He seemed to flinch a bit as I concentrated perhaps too
long on his nipples.  He raised his arms so that I could thoroughly clean
his underarms.  I was soon at the point where I completed his upper body.
It was now or never.

I got a fresh supply of soap and started cleaning his cock and balls.  I
recalled very clearly that this dick was very recently pounding Cliff's
asshole.  As I massaged it with the soap, it was only natural for Nicolas
to go from slightly hard to a full blown erection.  The more I scrubbed,
the harder he got.  I felt his balls, hanging down and used both hands to
gently clean them and his upper legs.  He spread his legs apart allowing me
more access.  I took the hint and continued to use my soapy hand all around
his cock and balls.  As his dick continued to grow, I could tell it was
even more impressive up close.  I glanced over and it appeared that Erik
was having the same result.  Ian's cock was getting plenty of soapy
attention and rapidly achieving full staff status.

Nicolas turned around and presented me with his ass.  Getting more soap, I
began to massage his cheeks, working my way toward his hole.  He spread his
legs further apart.  I used one hand to delve into the cleft of his butt.
As I began to clean his hole in earnest, I slipped a finger into the
opening.  It was tight, but loosened slightly at my soapy touch.  I heard
Nicolas moan slightly.  I had spent about as much time as I could justify
on his ass, then moved down to his legs and feet.

Having completed the cleaning portion, it was time to rinse.  This entailed
Nicolas standing under the stream of water and me running my hands over his
entire body ensuring no soap remained.  His dick was fully erect at this
point.  As I handled it and stroked it, he moaned softly.  My own cock was
as hard as Nicolas'.  As he turned around so I could rinse his backside, he
leaned against the wall and spread his legs, bending slightly at his waist.
I glanced at Cliff and he made a motion of using his tongue.

Thankfully, I had used my tongue on Erik numerous times, so the idea wasn't
a new one.  And the thought of doing it with Nicolas was both thrilling and
frightening.

I got the soap rinsed off and knelt down.  I placed my hands on his cheeks
and pulled them slightly apart to expose his hole.  I took a breath and
went to work.  At first I used my tongue just around his ass in a general
pattern.  This elicited a slight moan from Nicolas and he pushed has ass
back toward me.  I responded by doing something that always sent Erik over
the edge.  I stuck my tongue straight up his hole and started to lick
quickly.  Nicolas let an "oh, fuck, that's good" escape.  I kept at it for
awhile longer and then he turned around, his huge cock pointed directly at
me.

"It's considered a lesser form of gratitude of you caused the person you
are serving to get an erection and don't provide relief for their
condition," Cliff said quietly.

I opened my mouth slightly and soon found it filled with Nicolas' cock.  I
couldn't count the number of times I had sucked Erik's dick, but this was
fatter and longer.  I adjusted quickly and began giving him what I thought
was a pretty good blow job.  I could hear Ian moaning next to me, so I
figured that Erik was doing the same thing a couple of showers over.  As I
sucked and used my tongue, I began playing with Nicolas' balls and took my
mouth off his cock to quickly flick my tongue over his nuts.  He gave out a
moan of pleasure.  I went back to his dick and began massaging his cheeks
with my hands, finding his hole with one of my fingers.  He spread his legs
apart indicating I should continue.  As I stuck a finger into his hole and
starting to gently pump it in and out, Nicolas grabbed my head and held it
in place.  He pumped his dick hard and fast.  It was all I could do keep
going and not gag.  "Yessss!" was all he yelled as he shot several volleys
of cum into my mouth.  I tried to swallow it all and kept his dick in my
mouth until he pulled it out.  I looked over just in time to see Ian pull
his cock out of Erik's mouth and shoot stream after stream onto Erik's
face.

"Something tells me mine isn't the first cock you have sucked Luke,"
commented Nicolas.

"No sir, it is the second," I answered, blushing and glancing at Erik.

Nicolas laughed, "I figured the sons of two Spartans would have been
sucking each other's cocks since they were young.  So, Erik, other than
Luke, who else has sucked your fine cock?"

"Just my girlfriend, well, my ex girlfriend," replied Erik.

"No need for girlfriends while you are at Sparta boys," said Ian.  He
noticed that Erik and I were both still sporting huge erections.  "Nick, it
looks like the boys need some attention."

"Come over and here and stand side by side boys.  Cliff, as a show of your
gratitude, please relieve these boys," said Nicolas calmly.

Cliff came over to us knelt down, smiled as he looked up at us, took a dick
in each of his hands and began to alternate sucking on each or cocks.  He
was very good.  He could deep throat better than Erik and was far better
than Mia had even been.  Nicolas and Ian walked behind us and began to
massage our chests and play with our nipples.  I'm not sure how, but Cliff
managed to get both of our cocks in his mouth at once.  The feeling was
incredible.  I could feel Erik's dick next to mine as we were being
serviced at the same time.  I could feel Nicolas' dick rubbing against my
ass.  Having just cum, he was only slightly hard, but the feeling and his
attention to my nipples meant I wouldn't last long.  My breathing started
to quicken and I began moaning.

"Oh, yea, let it go son.  Tell me how good it feels," Nicolas whispered in
my ear.

"Oh my god, oh my god......argh!" I yelled as I pumped my jism into Cliff's
mouth.  Erik was right behind me as he yelled and shot his load.  I could
feel my dick bathed in cum we had both shot into Cliff's mouth as we both
pumped until our dicks went limp.