Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 19:38:14 EDT
From: PalmBch33444@aol.com
Subject: The Academy 4

There was a loud knock on the front door, which startled Eric and made him
spill his forgotten cup of coffee he had been nursing for the last hour.
There was a grin on Eric's face as he walked to the door, even though the
pain of rejection from his parents was still stung.  At least he and his
brother continued to have a very close relationship and sometime just
thinking about him got him through the hard times.

As Eric opened the door for the new first student; the memory of his first
day at The Academy flashed through his mind.  His father had given him no
choice when he had come home with the great news of his letter of
acceptance into the old Virginia college.

				     ~

"I don't care what you do!  As long as you are not living hear!"  Eric
remembered his fathers words like they were spoken yesterday.  They still
wake him at night as his father occasionally crept into his dreams.

"But Dad I got a full scholarship" Eric said trying to make his Dad
understand how hard he had worked to get this.

"I know how you got that, you can't fool me, or God!  Go where you have to
go, just don't come back here! Your mother can't handle the sight of you
and I don't particularly like it either."  And with that he left the room,
and Eric hadn't seen him since.  His brother, Ryan was the only family
member to attend his graduation.

                                                             ~

 Soon the tranquillity of the morning gave way to the familiar sounds of
the students moving into their new dorm for the next 9 months.  Taylor was
the first to arrive but soon after the house was filled with the noise of
the guys dueling stereos and the excitement of everyone trying to talk at
once.

It was what Eric had been waiting months to hear.  He loved all his dorm
students, since each and every one of his were hand picked. And Eric was
very confident that the three new men he had met last spring would fit in
and get aquatinted with the routine quickly.

Brent, Taylor, and Brooks would be rooming together for the first 6 weeks
in Seaton Hall. It has been a tradition for decades, that all incoming
freshman room together for their initial introduction into Seaton Hall.
Eric knew the boys would acclimate quickly fit, he could spot a candidate
for Seaton Hall from 500 yards away.  Which is exactly how Taylor came to
be here today.



Taylor



It was a beautiful day in Virginia last spring, there wasn't a cloud in the
sky above the quad.  Students were littered everywhere getting sun while
talking or studying for their up coming finals.  Eric was leaving his
office in the aquatic center, where he had been mulling over the meager new
recruit roster for the next years swim team.  He had lost 4 of his best
swimmers in last years senior class.

That's when he fist laid eyes on the most beautiful dark hared boy, walking
his way through the quad.  Eric knew he must have been a visiting high
school senior, they were everywhere these past few days.

"Excuse me."  Eric called trying to catch up the boy and his what looked to
be his mother. "Are you considering The Academy for next year?"  Eric said
with a sparkle in his eye.

"Why, yes we are.  This is my youngest boy; Taylor" His mother beamed.  "He
received a full academic scholarship from this fine college"

"Hi, I'm Taylor Collins, it's a pleasure to meet you" This young man said
as he politely extended his hand to greet Eric.

It was immediately apparent to Eric that this boy was a possible Seaton
Hall candidate.  Eric had always had first and final say of the freshman
who would be "'Seaton Hall Men'.  That's why he instantly invited them both
to tour the oldest building on campus.

As Eric walked them through Seaton Hall and around the campus on a personal
tour He answer all their questions as well as asking a few of his own.
This gave Eric the information he needed get a better feel for this
possible new member of Seaton Hall, and more important a contender for next
years swim team.

					~

Taylor was just 17, the day he visited "The Academy" for the first time.
His was one of 5 boys that help his family run their large live stock farm
in central Vermont.  He had always been the dreamer of the family, wanting
much more out of his life than to feed and milk cows.  His brothers always
made fun of his constant talk of leaving the farm for the big city and
better things that life had to offer.

	He talked and dressed differently then any of his brothers or for
that matter any of the other kids in his school.  As everyone in his class
were wearing overalls and jeans, Taylor like to wear khaki pants and button
down oxfords His nick name since the 3rd grade was 'Preppy'.  But what they
all didn't realize was that Taylor had secret thoughts, desires, and
especially plans.

As Taylor's forged his way through puberty he struggled with his dreams and
yearnings.  Even in his own family, he felt out of place, and he was always
treated differently from his brothers.  His parents knew pretty early on
that their youngest boy was different from their other children.  But they
were okay with him, because he was different, and wanted different things
in his life.

Taylor's detachment from the family began in earnest the summer he turned
14.  After the boys regular morning chores, they always went down to the
swimming pond to swim before lunch and there afternoon chores.

  Taylor always loved the time away from school, all he had to worry about
were his chores around the farm.  He could forget about the self inflected
challenges to be the best at school, at home, and whatever task he took on,
which he had always accomplished.  Award after award for academic
excellence littered the walls of his room.  He studied every free moment he
could, which was why he was the only boy in the family to have his own
room, his parents thought he earned it for his hard work

 This particular day the boys were once again heading down to the pond
together, striping naked and jumping in the water for their morning swim.
Horse play and ruff housing were always on the agenda.  Even Taylor took
part in this ritual, even though he was the youngest, he could hold his own
with his older brothers.

It all began when Taylor started to undress, unlike his brothers, he would
stand by the pond and remove his close slowly, folding each piece neatly
and laying them next the shade tree.  He was always the last to get to get
in, as was the case that August morning.

No one was paying particular attention to him as he bent over to remove his
shoes, but when he stood and dropped his chore overalls, it seemed that
everyone was watching.

 "Hey everyone, look at Taylor!  He's a commando boy" His brother roared.

  All the boys turned and looked at him as he stood there naked, with his
jeans around his ankles.  They all laughed and joked as he stepped out of
them, folded them and jumped into the pond.  All the boys quickly jumped on
him and began to fight and wrestle as usual.

But soon the mood changed, Taylor couldn't explain why it had happened, but
he certainly understood the repercussions.  He was wrestling with his older
brother, and as he began to gain control, he got behind him trying to dunk
him he grabbed him around his neck.  Maybe it was the warm water or maybe
it was just the excitement of it all, but Taylor had no power over it at
all.  It had happened, and he never would be able to live it down.

When his brother felt Taylor's hard-on pressing up against his naked back
he started screaming frantically and broke away from his grip.

"You faggot, get way from me" His brother scream so loud that everyone
stopped and turned towards their two brothers.

  "You've got a fucking hard on!"  Taylor said nothing, he was so
embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

"What the hell is wrong with you?  Get the fuck away from me!" His brother
yelled as Taylor moved quickly to get out of the water..

Every one started laughing and making fag jokes, as Taylor he grabbed his
cloths and ran towards the house.  He had no idea why it had happened, all
he knew was that being naked around another man always seemed to aroused
his cock.  This wasn't the first time that these thought had made Taylor's
cock get hard.  But it was the first time that his body reacted to the
actual touch of another man.

 Lately Taylor's dreams had been filled with sex and lust with men, never
did a woman enter his dreams sexually.  Now almost every night he would
wake up, his underwear and sheets soaked with cum after an erotic wet
dream.  The pain of his puberty enhanced dick that was so hard and twisted
inside his cum soaked underwear was so uncomfortable that he could no
longer sleep. So he started sleeping nude, which didn't stop his wet
dreams, but his hard dick was free to grow and spew without limitation.

Soon he had stopped wearing those tight 'Fruit of the Loom' hand-me-down
underwear all together.  His dick was getting to big for them any way, and
it felt cool to just let his nuts hang free, he could now play with them
anytime he got the urge.



The next summer, when Taylor had turned 15, was when he actually figured
out that he didn't belong on a farm or even in Vermont.  And coming to the
realization that his life was suppose to be somewhere else, he started
planning his escape route in earnest.  And the only tool he had to work
with, was his brain.

If he were to get away from this life, he would have to do it on his own.
No one was gong to help him, especially his parents, although understanding
of his needs, they had always planned to divide the farm up in 5 parts for
their boys.  They had even gone as far as to let them pick out the section
where they want to build there own house.

As his secret plans started to build in his mind, Taylor knew that he
parents could help him, he would have to receive a full scholarship to
college far away.  That's when he began studying college pamphlets and
prerequisites at the local library.  And that's when he met Mark, a senior
in a rural high school about 10 miles away.  They had so much in common,
but the main thing was their desire to get the hell out of Vermont.  Not
that they didn't like it, it just wasn't enough for either of them.

Now every day after his chores, Taylor would get on his bike and meet Mark
at the library or if it was a nice day they would just ride there bikes
around the dirt roads.  Taylor soon began to feel that he was not alone in
his world.  Mark had become a good friend, and now Taylor's wet dreams were
induced by Mark.

 His body grew daily, puberty and hormones were doing great things to him
and his looks.  The most prominent of his changes was cock and ball sack.
His dick continued to grow and at last measure Taylor was surprised to
stretch it all the way out to 6 inches soft and almost 9 inches when fully
hard.

	Of course Taylor had been beating off for years, working his cock
until it would erupted with cum and almost fill the white sock that he kept
under his mattress and used to catch his white gooey liquid.

Then one night he woke up from a dream about Mark, he was soaked, but his
cock was still hard, and his heart was beating rapidly.  Quickly he tossed
off his covers and sat up on the side of his bed.  He grabbed his hard wet
cock and stroked it swiftly while the fantasy of Mark fucking him was still
fresh on his mind.

With seconds he felt the familiar sensation of his balls tightening, and
his cock swelling. Knowing that he was about to blow his load, Taylor
reached for his sock, but it he couldn't find it fast enough, his sperm was
already flooding though his body getting ready to burst forth.

Realizing the mess he was about to make of himself , and certainly the
floor, he quickly bent down and engulfed the head of his cock with his
mouth and hungrily swallowed every cum his cock was spewing into his mouth.



Mark and Taylor spent almost every day together that summer, both realizing
that they had found some one who understood their dreams and wouldn't make
fun of them whatever their dreams and desires. They had found a secluded
place where they would sit for hours and just talk about their escape and
future plans.  Taylor never told Mark about his sexual desires and wet
dreams he had about him, not wanting to jeopardize the friendship he had
finally found.  But it was getting harder and harder for Taylor to hide his
feeling.

It was a hot July day when Taylor finally lost his virginity to Mark.  Both
boys were out on one of their many bike rides, which that day took them
deep into the Vermont woods.  As they made their way through the trees,
they came upon a clearing and a small pond.  Both hot and sweaty they
looked toward the water with the same thought in mind.

They both jumped off their bikes and quickly removed their cloths.  As
Taylor bent down to remove his pants he couldn't help glancing over at
Mark.  What he saw was that Mark was also watching him, as he got naked.
Standing there in just his jeans, Taylor's cock stirred.  So as quickly as
he could, Taylor moved his jeans, hoping that his cock would stay soft
until he could get in the water.

 Quickly, Taylor threw his jeans on the ground and ran naked towards the
pond.  He dove in and emerged wet and refreshed.  He turned towards Mark
who was still standing by the trees in his underwear.  Taylor could see
Mark's cock was bulging, and if Mark could have seen Taylor's cock, he
would see it was stiff against his stomach.

"Come in, the water is great" Taylor shouted to his friend.

"I'm not sure I want to get wet, I hate riding my bike with soggy cloths!"
Mark said with a hint of expectation in his tone.

"Take your underwear off and swim naked, don't worry I won't look.!" Taylor
without turning around, but under his breath he muttered 'unless you want
me to'.

"What?"

"Nothing, just get in here you pansy ass, the water is great."  Taylor said
hoping to convince Mark to remove the only thing that was hiding his
fantasy cock of the past two months.

It worked!  Mark slowly slipped his thumbs into the sides of his tight
white underwear and finally revealed the manhood that made Taylor gasp with
excitement.

"God what the hell is that thing, it looks like a weapon?" Taylor said
jokingly.

Mark just smiled and ran towards the water and did a cannon ball landing
right next to Taylor.  As soon as his head from the water Taylor jumped on
him and began to wrestle like he used to do with his brothers.  But Mark
was definitely a contender, he was strong and they both tried to manipulate
each other to victory.

 Taylor cock was growing rapidly as he very excited and horny, but he
didn't let it stop his fun.  He continued to wrestle hoping to gain the
upper hand.  Soon Taylor found himself behind Mark with his body crushed
against his back, and it was also now evident to Mark, that Taylor was
quite aroused.

Realizing his friend had felt his hard cock against his back, Taylor
quickly pushed himself away and swam in the other direction.  Mark quickly
followed after him, grabbing him from behind and pulling him close.  That's
when Taylor felt Marks hard cock as it rose in-between his legs and began
to push up against Taylor's tight balls.

Mark's hands slowly moved down Taylor's ripped body to find the hard cock
he had been think about for the last year.  Taking hold of Taylor's cock,
Mark began to kiss his neck, when Taylor turned, searching for Marks mouth.
They met and lost them self's in their first kiss that took them both to a
new plateau in there short sexual life's.

Soon they were on the banks of the pond hungrily exploring each others
young hard bodies.  They couldn't get enough, whether they were sucking
each others hard cocks, or just probing each others body with their
tongues, they were lost in their lust for each other.  Orgasms came
frequently for the two boys, as they continued to fondle, suck and explore
one another hard cocks and tight bodies.

Taylor relished the taste of his friends cum, it was sweater and less
bitter than his own.  Mark also eagerly accepted all of Taylor's orgasms.
Each one filling his mouth allowing him to savor the sweat flavor of his
friends sperm.

Mark was the first to penetrate Taylor's ass with his hard cock.  Spit was
used to lube his virgin ass hole, but fuck they did.  When Mark came,
Taylor would top him, and fucked his ass until he filled it with his own
wet seed.  When they were both sucked and fucked dry, Taylor rested his
head on Marks stomach and looked up at his friend.

"I have dreamed about this for months, but I never knew it would be this
fucking hot" Taylor admitted to Mark.

"You are the best friend I have, I always thought that I was alone and
wrong with my feelings, until I met you.  You let me know right off that I
was a friend and that made me feel great, thank you" Mark said as he bent
down and kissed Taylor on his lips, which quickly parted, allowing Marks
tongues to tangle with Taylor's, which quickly aroused them both once
again.

They continued there sexual affair for over a year until Mark had to move
when after his Father passed away.  Taylor 's heart was broken, and the
worst part was there was no one he could talk to about it.  His mother
realized that something was amiss but what could he tell her.  His
boyfriend that he had truly come to love had moved away?

						~

Eric could almost read it in his eyes that first day in the quad.  And by
the time the tour of



Seaton Hall was completed he knew that Taylor would be a perfect fit for
his house at The


Academy.