Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 14:50:31 -0700
From: bluejay1501@juno.com
Subject: "Military School Control" Gay Authoritarian
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This not a true story. It's a fantasy for guys who like this sort and
thing and who can get off on it. I hope it does the job. If you are
under 18, get off, not sexually but off this web address. We all love
you and await you when you are 18.
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MILITARY SCHOOL CONTROL
Here I am, unpacking my shit at this so-called Military Academy.
How did I get here? My Dad caught Eric and me in a nice friendly
sixty-nine. He hit the roof! "I'm sending you away, to Scholl's
Academy' (they make corn plasters, I thought.) He continued: "They'll
make a man of you, you poof."
Anyway, this place is bogus. It's nothing to do with the real
Army of the United States. Those uniforms on the staff are just made- up
versions of the real thing and the ranks on them are like the badges you
can buy in any novelty store. But the kids look great in their uniforms.
Tight, ass-showing backs and smooth fronts which show what you got.
The room was practically bare. Two battered desks and chairs
plus a double decker bunk. They sure are saving money by called it a
military academy.
Just then, the door burst open and a tall kid with an almost bald
haircut came in. No hello. He just moved in front of me (too close for
a space comfort.) stared at me out of pale blue eyes, twisted his puffy
lips: "You do give blow jobs don't you? My last roommate was ready all
the time. I like 'em and I need them. Get it!" He poked me sharply on
my chest to emphasize. "You ought to know that I don't kiss, I don't do
any faggy stuff. I just receive blow jobs."
He continued to stare at me, waiting for my reply. Finally I
said "OK." OK to what I wasn't sure but it seemed the only way to get
rid of his standing so close.
Finally he walked away, slipped off his sweats and top. He was naked. A
fabulous body the kid had. I specially did not stare.
I'm not so bad myself. I am shortish: 5'5" but if you look up
"cute" in the dictionary, you'll find my picture there. I'm toned and
cut and my cocks is big and also cut. I found out that my roommate's
name was Danny. I found out because his pal came calling for him. Ace
was Captain of the swim team. Danny was their backstroke record holder.
Ace was almost a twin of Danny's except he had black hair.
The rest of the day was spent in registration and orientation. I
didn't seen Danny the rest of the day as he was in his second year. That
night, away chow I studied a little under the dim bulbs of the library
and began to get sleepy. I headed back to my room. Danny was there,
lying on the top bunk, naked. "Hi champ. Let me try out your chops." I
laughed uneasily. He jumped gracefully to the floor. Grabbed my head in
a lock. He stuck his middle finger into my mouth. "Suck it. Get some
practice." I could see his dick rising. Gradually he pushed on my
shoulders and get me kneeling in front of him. "Lick it!" He squeezed
my cheeks so hard I opened my mouth to scream and at that moment he
pushed his fat cock into my mouth. I swallow a few times to get myself
calmed down. "That's it twink. Get that hot fat pink tongue moving."
Against my will I began to move my tongue. I had to admit his cock
tasted great and I could swell his clean but manly bush. "Move your
head. Work for the cream baby." I began to get a little crazy. My
cock was hard and trapped in my shorts. In spite of myself I began to
suck him in earnest. Up and down, spit falling on his balls and the
floor. I realized I was moaning in pleasure. I looked up at him. He
was grimacing with pleasure but also smiling down at me triumphantly.
"You're good. I'm going to come soon and you will love it. All the gay
boys say I taste like honey. " I continued to suck faster. I was
moaning with excitement. He patted my head. "It's OK, I know you love
doing it. But be careful. Don't jerk your cock. In fact never jerk off
again. I want you to be on edge all the time. O OOOO H here it comes."
He almost jackknifed over my back, bucking and crying out. Shots of warm
sperm erupted into my mouth. He did taste good. Finally he stopped
bucking. Calmed down, patted my check. "OK boy. It's over until the
next time. Go to bed and remember, no pulling off at night. I'm right
above you and I can feel any movement.
I had trouble falling asleep. I was keyed up and hard up. I
began playing with myself very carefully. But then I looked up and I saw
an eye looking at me. He had moved the mattress slightly and could see
down through the springs. I put my hand up on top of the covers. He
grunted "Good." Finally I fell asleep.
The next morning I felt the bed swaying as Danny jumped down. He
stood on the side of the bed, his prick standing out. The tip was
slightly wet. "Like it babe. I like a good cum before my shower. "
Wordlessly I sat up. He moved between my bare legs, his cock right at me
lips. I sighed contentedly, like a good boy I thought. I opened up and
let him slide in. I reached behind and held his muscular ass cheeks.
Once I tried to pet his ass hole but he grabbed my wrist and almost broke
it. "In faggy stuff!" He let me stroke his legs and squeeze his balls
and tickle his ball-bag. I now knew when he was going to cum. He would
begin to bend from the waist and bend over me. I could feel his hot
breath on my back and his drooling pooling there. He would begin the
chant: "Yeah, yeah, yeah." and suddenly he would let out a loud grunting
groan and begin the shake, his knees buckling. It was the only time he
seemed vulnerable and I loved him at these times.
Finally he recovered. Gave me that master to dog pat and paddled into
the bathroom He was sitting on the crapper when I entered. "Oh sorry,"
I said. "It's OK with me if you can stand the stink," he laughed. I
heard plop, plop and strangely I began to get a strong hard on. "You
are enjoying this, aren't you, you freak. Get out so I can shit in
peace. He finally finished in the bathroom and threw on his usual sweats
and athletic shirt and slammed out of the room. I slipped into the john.
He hadn't flushed. There they were, two perfect dark and light brown
turds, floating lazily. I leaned in. I sniffed. Then I shook my head
to clear it. I realized that I was being a little nuts. I flushed.
That evening, Danny had me on the floor. His orders were to suck
real slow. I was doing it when the supposedly locked door opened and Ace
came in. He smiled and grabbed his dick. Danny said that Ace was a
little queer and he liked to fuck guys. "I invited him to fuck you while
you finish me off."
I jumped up. "No one is going to fuck me ever." Suddenly I felt
a sharp blow on my chin. I blacked out a moment and when I came to, Danny
was sitting on my head and Ace had my ass up, holding me by my hips. The
pain was indescribable. I know that later I found blood when I wiped
myself. Danny, to his dubious credit called out: "Ace, stop a minute.
You're ripping him, use some grease." Ace pulled out completely, greased
my ass hole and reentered in one motion. I cryed out in pain. He began
a hard in and out motion. I knew he was deep but I never found that
wonderful feeling everyone claims. It took me many years to overcome
with fears to finally get that fucked feeling that was wonderful.
There was were: Ace grunting like hog, with each stroke and me
crying out with every thrust. Suddenly a key rattled in the lock and a
unformed officer came in. "Get dressed, the three of you, and be in the
Commander's office in three minutes."
"Oh shit," Ace and Danny said, "This is not good."
"Don't worry," Ace said thoughtfully. That's Major Swift. He's
gay, he won't press charges. It'll just be a bawling out and some
marching in the quadrangle.
He was wrong. When we got down to the office, the Major ordered
Ace and Danny to bend over the desk and lower their pants. Major Swift
took a paddle with the school insignia on it and then reached up for a
twin of it and handed to me. "We give them each twenty....but no holding
back." I took Ace. He was my tormentor. The Major patted Danny's
handsome as and said. "We'll put a little color on it. It looks pale."
Be began. I counted. At ten strokes the Major called to me: "He likes
it. He's fucking boned and dripping. It a few more swaps he's going to
come, the queer bastard."
Ace on the other hand was hating it. His face was screwed up in
pain and he was beginning to bawl, tears dripping on the desk, snot
flying with each wack.
Finally it was over. Ace still sniveling and Danny trying to
hide the sperm stains on his pants.
Both of them left the Academy. I got to like this stupid place
especially those warm tonged kisses from the Major. Dear old Dad was
pleased as punch over my good marks. "I knew they'd make a man of you."
Actually I made a Major.
THE END
I wrote this for all you cute guys who are about to reach for it. Now
you have a reason. Love Jay