Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 17:14:07 -0700
From: M M <mwriter65@live.com>
Subject: The Alumni Association 1

Disclaimer: This story involves sex between men and teens, and teens and
teens. It will eventually contain some pretty sever humiliation and
punishment scenes.  If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. It is
just a story. None of the characters are based on anyone real, and none of
this ever happened.

Introduction: Rory Calhoun is a gifted musician, who is also an orphan
being raised by his aunt with no men in his life. He is also gay. Gay with
some serious fetishes . Luckily (?) for him, his musical ability has caught
the attention of a certain secret alumni society for an exclusive all boys
boarding school in New England. The society is always on the look out for
talented students, that can also help bring in the huge donations needed to
keep the exclusive school going. For the men that give the large donations,
they expect something in return. Something that the selected boys of the
society are trained for...

The group of 10 men sat around the table in the conference room of the
Wright Academy for Boys. While the exclusive boarding school was almost 100
years old, the campus was state of the art, and the men, a mix of the
Alumni Society and current school staff were staring at the large drop down
screen at the end of the table.

The room was dark other than the screen. A picture of a 13 year old boy
flashed onto the screen. He was small in stature, about 90 pounds, with red
hair and freckled pale skin.  His green eyes were locked in concentration
at the music stand in front of him as he stood playing his violin.

"The last one of this years audition for the music scholarship." A voice
from the dark said. "He's a brilliant player and will make an excellent
addition to the school orchestra."

"He's certainly cute enough. Looks small for an eighth grader" Another
voice.

"His name is Rory Calhoun. He skipped 6th grade. He has mainly been
educated at expat schools overseas. He's an orphan being raised by his
paternal aunt. She works for the State Department, and wanted him to stay
at one place for high school. Also leaving her free to take a remote
assignment. She's been at in DC for the past two months, and thy are
currently living in Virginia."

"That certainly works in our favor" More grunts of agreement.

"Any idea if he would be good for the society?"

The screen flashed to a new shot. It was a screen capture of an internet
history file. It showed a long list of gay themed social media as well as
Nifty and other gay porn fiction sites, with a good number of highly
specialized fetish gear sites.

"We scanned his laptop that he left in the locker we gave him while he
auditioned.  Apparently he has a thing for boys in sports gear, dance gear,
and other types of uniforms. Scouts, school, etcetera. I'm sure he will
love wearing the freshman uniform here. Smart, musically gifted, beautiful
and needing some male role models. I think he would make a perfect choice
to go along with the other new boy."

"Seems almost too good to be true? Are we sure he isn't some kind of
plant?"

"Our guys have checked out his whole history. He is a completely pure
little horn-dog," the first man said again with a chuckle.

"Are we agreed then?" More grunts

"Excellent. I will call the aunt and bring them both up here next week for
the usual tour."

The lights came up, and the dean of the school, Connor Wright, great
grandson of the founder, William Wright, looked over to the athletic
director and his brother, Logan or "Coach" Wright. "I'm sure Bob would love
to keep the boy to himself, but he already got the new cello player to
break in, so I think we will assign Rory to athletics for his after class
duties.

The coach smiled. "Perfect. I think we can use Dan's boy Mike get to him."

"Excellent," said the dean. "If that is good with you Dan?"

"That would be fine with me! I can use that kid as a model for the stores
too. He's perfect," Dan Smith owned a large chain of big box sports stores
up and down the east coast and Canada, and was one of the biggest donors to
the school, where he had attended as a boy, and now his son Mike was going
to be a sophomore in the coming year. The thought of seeing his boy take
control of Rory gave him a hard-on in his suit trousers.

Rory was ecstatic when his aunt gave him the news. A full ride to a school
that would pretty much guarantee him placement at a musical college! His
aunt was the only parent he had ever really known as his own died when he
was young, but he hated all the moving all the time, and he knew his
various nannies and housekeepers better than her.  Finally he could stay in
the states and put down some roots.

On the other hand he was also terrified. He had never made friends easily,
and he was realizing something about himself that he had to keep extra
secret! He would also be a year younger than the other freshman. It was bad
enough that he played the violin and was a disaster at any sports he ever
tried, but he was slightly afraid of being picked on, even though the all
the staff he had met on the tour of the campus told them about their strict
no harassment anti bullying policy. That made him feel slightly better, and
he was also told he would be rooming with another freshman in the
orchestra. A cello player apparently, so he hoped to make friends and have
a practice partner. Still, being around all these other boys, he would have
to be careful. All those uniforms!

Yes the uniforms! He finally got to wear one. For reasons he couldn't even
explain to himself, he had always had a fascination with uniforms, and even
more recently, the boys that wore them. He had wanted to be a boy scout,
but couldn't. He tried playing soccer in while living in Germany, but was
hopelessly outclassed by the German boys and he never even made the team,
and had been teased horribly.

The night they got home to their small rented condo after the tour, he
furiously jacked off to the picture in the prospectus of the school showing
a very handsome boy wearing the freshman uniform of navy blue shorts with
white shirt and maroon school tie, with navy crew socks and dress shoes. He
pictured himself in the uniform and the cum came flying out of his dick,
hitting himself in the face in the process. He had never cum so hard in his
short wanking career! He never regularly wore shorts, being so pale, but
now he would "have" to.  He fell asleep quickly, letting the prospectus
slide down next to him on his bed. The face of last year freshman, Mike
Smith, smiling up at him from the cover.

Part 1

Two weeks into the first term at the Wright Academy for Boys, Rory had just
started settling in. He had been shocked to learn he would be working for
the Coach, but being in the locker room where all the sports guys hung out
after school could be worse. He could have had to work for the math
department or something! He had hit it off immediately with his roommate,
Danny Yamamoto, a cello player whose talent matched Rory's own at the
violin. They played together very well, and the orchestra leader was
thrilled to have both boys join their award winning program, as well as
knowing that they were both society candidates.

Rory also found Danny very cute and so exotic looking, not having known
many Asian boys before. He was getting some vibes that he might have other
similar interests than music, but he decided to play that very cool. He
didn't want to blow his first friendship at the school.

Thursday afternoon found Rory sweeping up the locker room after the junior
and varsity teams had finished their last period practice. Coach had told
Rory he was to wear the Gym uniform while working for him (gray t-shirt
with academy name on it, maroon shorts, white socks) so he had to change
after his last class, do his one hour of duty, then change back into his
proper uniform for the walk back to the dorm. Freshman boys had to be in
uniform on campus from Monday through Friday, from 6a.m, until after dinner
at 6p.m., and for Sunday chapel if the parent wanted their boy to
attend. Luckily for Rory, his aunt wasn't religious, and he got a pass on
that. The only relief was on Fridays, where they got to wear a maroon polo
shirt with the school emblem in instead of the shirt and tie. Still, since
Rory had freshman gym before lunch, he had to change four times a day.

He had waited until most of the guys were done showering and getting
dressed and started his job. He did his best not to stare as he traveled
around the locker room as both football and soccer teams were finishing
practice. He was surprised at how friendly some of the older boys were to
him, the seniors looking like grown men to Rory. In only a couple of weeks,
the guys were calling him by his name, or playfully "violin boy" or "Chuck"
as he wore his old and very worn out cheapo the canvas basketball hi-top
sneakers with his PE uniform. As he passed by with his broom, , with none
of the feared harassment. Still, Rory was glad his aunt had bought him band
new briefs, that kept his arousal at least hidden if not in full check. He
hadn't wanked since he got here, and was trying to figure out where he
could do it without getting caught. He had also been afraid to use the
internet to look up his favorite sights, as there was no Wi-Fi in the dorm,
and they had to use school computers in the common rooms or library for the
internet.

He finished sweeping, pushed the used towel bin out to the back and swapped
it with the fresh towel bin, so it would be ready for the next days
activities. He looked and it was almost 4:30. He had spent more time than
expected and wanted to get back to the room so he could play a new piece
with Danny before they both had dinner, than after dinner supervised
homework.

He saw the coach in his office, talking to another adult he didn't
know. Not wanting to interrupt, he headed to his locker to change quickly
and head back to the dorm. He was enjoying this so far. As long as he could
change after the other boys left, he was fine. He didn't want to show off
his immature body in front of all these handsome jocks.

What he hadn't see was the third person in the office with Coach. Mike
Smith, still in his soccer uniform was getting some last minute
instructions from Coach and the other man in the room, his father, Dan
Smith, or Big Dan, as he was known everywhere.

Rory opened his locker, pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts around
his ankles, then sat down to untie his sneakers. He need to ask his aunt
for some money for some more stylish gym shoes. He felt a little silly in
his old favorites after seeing all the expensive gear the boys at this
ultra exclusive school wore. His aunt had nowhere near the money that most
of the boys here came from, but he hoped she could pop for some nice
Addidas or Pumas or something. Just as he started fumbling with the string,
he heard a someone approaching from behind.

Mike, star pupil, captain of the JV soccer team, sometime model, as well as
recent addition to the society, and son to one of the wealthiest business
men in the state (who hadn't heard of the Smith's Sports big box chain!?),
had spotted his prey at the end of the aisle they shared lockers on. He had
stayed after practice as he had been told to meet with Coach and his dad to
discuss the plans the secret alumni society had for Rory, and was hoping
the cute little frosh would still be cleaning up as his duties required,
and sure enough, he saw his freckled back bent over, allowing a nice view
of his butt through his glistening white briefs. Mike smiled to himself and
felt his cock twinge. There he was, just in his fruit of the looms and
socks and sneaks, with his back to him while he fumbled with his shoes.

It was no wonder that Rory had jacked off to that picture of Mike on the
cover of the prospectus. The youth had grown an inch to 5'7" since that
photo was last year when he was freshman (grade 9), and now weighed in at
135 pounds.  He had a lean soccer and baseball players body, but was nicely
toned with a nice tan to go with his crew cut brown hair and hazel eyes. He
had just a bit of fuzz showing on his legs and under his arms, and the rest
of his body hair was trimmed to his father's specifications, as he modeled
swimwear for his dads stores (as well as other performances required by the
association).

Mike slipped his soccer shorts off and pulled his jersey over his head and
tossed it down with his shorts. He was now clad only in a black and gray
jockstrap, soccer socks and silver soccer cleats. He pulled his socks up
tight, almost to mid thigh as he wasn't wearing any pads for this practice,
gave his swelling dick a squeeze and started walking toward his prey. The
coach had informed Mike that the boy apparently had a major fetish for
uniforms, based on all the pictures and internet history they found when
his laptop was scanned (with Rory being none the wiser). The older boy had
been trying to get this kid alone for the last few days, and finally with
the help from Coach he could carry out his orders.  The kid almost jumped
out of his underwear when Mike grabbed his shoulder and said, "Hey Calhoun,
I need your help."

"S, sure, " said Rory, knowing he was trapped, he spun around planning to
cross his arms in front of his hairless chest when he came face to face
with Mike's jock covered dick.  Rory's cock sprang instantly hard in his
fruit of the looms, and he bit his lower lip and felt his pale cheeks
redden. He put his hands over his crotch, "What's up, uh, Mike isn't it?"
He knew damn well this Adonis' name was Mike, but didn't know what else to
say. He had never been this close to a boy, and especially one wearing the
stuff of his masturbatory fantasies for the last year and a half that he
had been actively making sperm!

"I was wondering if you could help me with this,." said Mike softly as he
grabbed the pouch of his jockstrap and squeezed it until a drop of precum
started to stain the pouch.  "You being the team assistant and all, I
thought you could help the team Captain out buddy." He lifted his left leg
up and slammed his cleated foot down on the bench, making sure his thigh
rubbed on the younger boys cheek.

The freshman sat completely still on the locker-room bench, his eyes locked
on the swelling pouch of the jockstrap inches from his face. The 13 year
old swallowed hard as he felt the pressure of that sock encased leg rub on
his cheek and the roughness of the e soccer cleat against his butt.

The leg that pressed against Rory's cheek was covered by a long maroon
colored uniform sock, pulled high above the knee. Rory felt the pressure
against his cheek as Mike pressed his leg gently against the younger boy's
smooth pale cheek.  "I know you want it Rory," Mike whispered. "That bulge
in your tighty-whities can't lie. There's no secretes here, we all know you
perv on us. We don't mind. Actually, we like it. I like it. I could use an
assistant like you for the year. I could be your big brother so to
speak. So go ahead little brother, just get in there and take a
taste. Taste my jock little guy."

Tears formed in the smallish red haired boy's eyes. He couldn't believe
that Mike Smith, the subject of more than one of his recent bedtime wanks,
the gorgeous boy from the school prospectus, was standing before him, hell
almost straddling him, with one foot on the bench and one of the floor in
the back corner of the locker room. And worse, he knew. He KNEW his
secret. When word got out, he was dead!

While what Mike had said about him perving on the guys was totally true, he
was ashamed to admit it, even has he felt his lips drawn to the bulging
cotton pouch hovering in front of him. It was supposed to remain his secret
throughout school but apparently, he was too obvious in his lustful
gazes. He knew it would be trouble when he was assigned after school duties
at his boarding school as Coach Wright's student assistant. Why couldn't he
have been assigned to the music department, which was the whole reason he
had a full ride scholarship to the exclusive boys academy in the first
place? Shit!

 He closed his eyes when his lips touched the pouch, and an uncontrollable
moan escaped his lips. Along with the moan however, to his horror, his cock
erupted into his own straining briefs, pumping spurt after spurt of his cum
into his underwear without him laying a finger on his dick. He froze in
place, his face pressed against Mike's jock covered cock, wondering what
the hell he could do now. When word got out about this, he would be
ruined. All his aunt's work to get him into the prestigious school would be
ruined. Her reputation, his reputation. He choked back a sob as he felt the
jizz pooling and cooling in his underpants.

End of Part 1

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