Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 14:53:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Rafe Johnson <rjohn72a@yahoo.com>
Subject: Academy Education -- Pt 1

Disclaimer - This story (or future parts) contains depictions of man on man
sex. If this offends you, is illegal in your area, or you are underage, do
not read it.


	To begin with, this story is fiction, completely fictitious. Oh
there may be some facts that are true, like I might mention that the sky is
blue or that grass is green. But, for the most part, I made up this entire
story. Now, you may think I am protesting just a little too much.  If
that's the case, all I have to say is "Move along, there is nothing to see
here.  You can ignore the big explosion and the mushroom cloud rising in
the background." Or maybe I might tell you to "pay no attention to the man
behind the curtain." Either way, I will continue to maintain that this
story is a complete work of fiction, and that's that.

	Now - on with the story....

	After high school, I attended a military academy. For the record,
it was not *the* military academy, the one located over the Hudson River
outside New York City, but it was *a* military academy. As this is a work
of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other
graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on
some of the incidents.  That is, of course, if this were a true story,
which it is not!  But I digress.

	I am 6'3", 175#, blonde haired, blue eyed, chiseled chest with an
8!-pack abs. I was the star quarterback for our high school football team
and laid a different girl every weekend, sometimes even 2 or 3 in one
weekend! My cock is 6" soft, hangs like a sausage, and when it inflates,
it's close to 10"! I am.....

	Wait, wait wait! That's a little *too* much fiction (and sound more
like the porn vid I was just watching before I began this story!)

	Alright, here's the real scoop. I'm 5'10". I weigh 190-195#. I'm
not over weight, but I can never quite get rid of some baby fat that hangs
out in my gut and (much to my chagrin) my chest. (Yes, I have some size A
man boobs - get over it). I have dark brown hair and brown eyes.  I've had
many people tell me I look like a young Tom Cruise (course they were all
ladies over the age of 50 - but I'll take what I can get!) As far as my
equipment goes, well - I'm no porn star.  Soft, the little guy is maybe an
inch or two. And don't even bother trying to look for it if I've been out
running on a cold day. Hard, I manage 6", maybe 6.5" I have had some guys
tell me that my balls are nice, though - they do tend to be hangers.

	Experience wise, before I graduated High School, my experience had
consisted of feeling up a couple of girls (hands under their sweaters) and
one hand job that lasted all of about 10 seconds before I blew my wad and
ended things cause I was embarrassed. Not sure if that makes me average or
in the minority - but my guess is closer to average than not.

	This STORY (not to be confused with memoir) is about my journey and
how the military academy made me the man I am today. Not the successful
businessman (which it did, but I'm guessing that's not the story you want
to hear!), but the man who ....

	Well, you just have to take the journey with me.

	To begin, when I graduated from High School I was straight. Maybe
not straight as an arrow, but I had no thoughts of wanting to get it on
with guys. Well, I will admit, when I got a chance to look at porn (there
was no internet yet but I had found my dad's hidden stash), I did realize I
liked the pictures better when there was a boned guy in it. I also had this
recurring dream where I hung out in a room with a bunch of naked (male)
classmates. And the couple of wet dreams I had usually involved getting a
blow job from another guy.

	Yet, I wasn't gay! I went out with girls, and tried to get in their
pants.  But I will admit, I was more interested in getting a blow job, than
sliding into her box. There was one time, I even had a girl ask if I wanted
to go back to her room. She asked if I had protection - I did, but I said
no, cause I hoped she'd offer to blow me instead.

	Don't get me wrong - I was a typical horny teenager. I wacked off
at least once a day.  Typically it was the last thing I would do before I
fell asleep. Get in bed. Pull the covers over me.  Pull my underwear down
(still tighty-whiteys at the time). And begin my nocturnal exploration.
I'd begin with a slow caress of little petey's head, right along the
crevice below my piss slit.  Goose bumps would travel over my body.

	I'm cut, but the doc left some skin, so next I would grab my dick
with my fist and slowly move up and down along the shaft, letting the loose
skin rub over petey's crown. With my other hand, I would grab my nuts and
give them a nice message. If I was sweaty down there, I'd drag my finger
through the stank and bring it up to my nose. Man, I love that smell.


	It wouldn't be long before I'd start leaking. That's when the real
joy started. My cock would get slick with pre-cum. I'd use my thumb to
massage the fluid into my rigid head.  Looking back, I'm not sure when I
started this next part, but somewhere along the way I even ventured into
tasting that salty snack. Umm, pre-jizz. It would make me yearn to taste
the full nectar. (OK, so maybe I should have realized that I had an
interest in my own gender, but I was a teenager - being gay was not cool -
especially when and where I was in high school.)

	I would stroke slowly until I could not help but speed up. Faster,
Faster, FASTER!  Until...Until...Almost...ALMOST...YES...YESS...THERE IT IS
- that moment we all know- RELEASE!!!!!  Rope after rope of teen spunk
would spurt onto my stomach.

	Now once again, despite what we all see in the porn vids, I did not
drape my finger through my goo and taste it. Although only seconds earlier
I was hungering for it, the moment I blew my desire not only left me, but
usually turned to revulsion-not over wanking, I had no shame in that-only
about putting semen in my mouth.

	I often tried variations of masturbation. I humped towels (even
stuffed animals a couple of times - not cause I'm by any means into
animals, but because they are soft and furry and felt good against my
cock). I got a rubber from a gas station bathroom once to see what it felt
like to put it on. I liked jacking off in new and unusual places - once I
rubbed one off in the woods, once in the ocean while I was on vacation in
Florida.

	This would all change during my four years at one of our
prestigious federal institutions of higher learning. More on that next
time...

	Oh, what's my name? Just for the record (er I mean the story) it's
Rafe... Rafe Johnson.

---- OK guys - hope you liked it.  Please send comments to
rjohn72@yahoo.com