Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 21:20:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robert E. Lee Academy 6
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A YEAR AT
THE ROBERT E. LEE ACADEMY
by Macout Mann
CHARACTERS PREVIOUSLY INTRODUCED
Cadets
Barefield, (C. Sgt.) Carol, 16 Squad Leader, Room 110, Messes around
Bascom, Rory, 17 Care-free non-militarist, Room 112
Baumgartner, Drew, 13 Son of Army Major, Room 110
Calhoon, Elliot, 13 Bright kid, from Kentucky, Room 211
Chesterton, Dean 16 Top scholar, Room 211
Ellis (C. Lt.), Roger, 16 Platoon Leader, Company B
Farrier, Scott 15 Newly tough, Room 212
Fulton, Patrick, 14 Tough Juvenile Delinquent, Room 212
Gunnerston, Richard, 12 Gay from Iowa, Room 216
Hammond, William, 17 Tough, Room 212
Hardcastle, Elbert, 12 Baptist Preacher's Boy, Room 110
Harwood, Kenneth, 16 Very bright, Room 112
Humphreys, Fredrick 15 Real scholar, Room 211
Johnston, (C. Lt.) Baxter, 17 Football Capt., Platoon Leader
Lindstrom, Herbert, 12 Hardcastle's friend, Forrest House
MacMillan, Creighton, 15 Socialite's disciplined son, Room 112
McNeil, (C. Lt. Col.) Benjamin, 16 Deputy Battalion Commander
Menifee, (C. Sgt.) Jason, 17 Squad Leader, Room 212, Tough guy
Montgomery, Jack, 15 Room 216
Muggeridge, Clayton, 15 Room 216
Patterson (C. Lt.), Fletcher Platoon Leader, Company C
Plunkett, Kent, 17 Big-dicked football player
Spencer, (C. Col.) Wallace, 17 Battalion Commander
Stephens, Rex, 15 Room 110
Stone, Frank 14 Jock, Room 211
Thatcher, Marion, 13 Bully, Room 216
Walton, Thomas, 14 Eager to please, Room 112
Witherspoon, (C. Capt.) John, 17 Captain, Company B
Adults
Baumgartner, (Maj.) Stefan Drew Baumgartner's father
Pugh, (The Rev'd Cdr.) Ellis Chaplain
Southerland, (Col.) Malcolm Superintendant/Headmaster
Chapter VI
Thanksgiving Week
Fulton's ass was so sore the following day that he didn't dare not report
to Witherspoon as ordered. Witherspoon, on the other hand had intended to
continue the punishment by fucking Fulton and letting both his platoon
leaders also have their way. When he saw how funny Fulton was walking when
they marched into chapel, he decided to have pity. He'd make Fulton suck
them instead.
"Reporting as ordered," Fulton said.
"Reporting as ordered, sir," Witherspoon spat.
"Reporting as ordered, sir," Fulton repeated.
"Sit down, Fulton." Witherspoon waited, then began, "Are you saying you
didn't learn a fucking thing from what we did to you last night?"
"Sorry, Captain. I didn't mean to be disrespectful. I just wasn't
thinking. It's hard to get used to this fucking military shit."
"Well unless you can talk your folks out of taking you out, you're going to
be up to your ass in `this military shit' for the next three years. So you
might as well get used to it. You've obviously been `hot spit' wherever
you've been. But you aint anymore, and you better get used to it; or what
happened last night is goanna become a regular thing.
"Now we've generally got a good bunch of guys here at Robert E. Lee. Fit
in, and act like a new'un should, and they'll treat you right. Act high
and mighty like you've been acting, and they'll make you miserable.
Understand?"
"Yeah...yes, sir."
"O. K. Me and Ellis didn't hump you last night. I was goanna do it today,
but I don't think your ass is in any shape to take more dick. So I'm just
goanna ask you to give us head. Eat me, man."
"Yes, sir," Fulton replied. He knelt and unbuckled and unzipped the
company commander and took his hard-on into his mouth. He was very careful
and gave as good a blow job as he possibly could. For some reason it
seemed like the right thing to do. He didn't feel put down at all. He
drank Witherspoon's cum and moved on to the two cadet lieutenants. And
later, back in Room 212 he even told his roommates he was sorry he'd been
such a horse's ass.
"I'm too sore to get fucked, but I'll give yall head, if you want me to."
Again, it seemed like the right thing to do.
Monday wrestling practice went like it usually did for Hardcastle. He got
pinned every match. Toward the end of practice another first former, even
smaller and scrawnier than him, took him down in thirty seconds.
"Sissy boy can't even take on somebody half his size," the victor teased.
"Yeah," an older cadet taunted, "Hardcastle's a fucking queer."
"Hardcastle's a queer! Hardcastle's a queer!" the rest of the team began
to chant.
"I am not!" Hardcastle cried. "I am not a queer!" And in his frustration
he began to weep, which only further encouraged the others to torment him.
"That will be enough, men!" the coach finally shouted. "Calm down all of
you! Go hit the showers!" Coach Brown seemed really annoyed.
In the locker room the torture continued, although at a quieter pace.
Hardcastle's embarrassment at being naked in front of others didn't help.
And, of course, his tormentors realized the cause of his discomfort.
"Hey, Hardcastle," one of the academy's star wrestlers teased, "your
wieny's so little, you're sure it aint a clit? He don't want us to see his
clit, guys!"
"Yeah, that's 'cause he's got a clit but no pussy....at least not in
front," someone else laughed.
Hardcastle sought the solace of his friend, Herbert Lindstrom.
Lindstrom had always been a loner. But Savannah was a lot bigger than the
hamlet where Hardcastle grew up. Lindsrom had been able to really be
alone. He had often wandered through the squares and also the byways of
the gorgeous town he called home just being himself. During free time at
the academy he'd done the same thing, finding out-of-the-way places where
he could be alone. That was one reason he, unlike Hardcastle, had adjusted
to academy life.
Lindstrom's roommates were really pissed, when Hardcastle burst in and
announced that he needed to talk to his friend.
"Sure enough," Lindstrom said. "But these guys don't want to hear about
our troubles. Let's go for a walk."
Lindstrom led him to the lake, where he'd found a number of well-hidden
hide-a-ways. It was almost like bushes had been planted to conceal
goings-on within their enclosure. The two cadets sat on a carpet of brown
grass.
"So you've got another problem, friend?" Lindstrom asked.
"Same one," Hardcastle cried. "I'm so unhappy."
As he had several times before, Lindstrom put his arm around his friend and
tried to console him. "Maybe you should ask your folks to take you out,"
he suggested.
"Oh I have," Hardcastle began to sob. "My father won't even answer my
letters. Mama says they're coming for Thanksgiving. I don't know why
they're coming, but since they'll be here, I'll try to let them know again
how miserable I am."
"Well, you can always do something to get kicked out."
"Oh no. I can't imagine what Daddy would do, if I were expelled."
He rested his head on Lindstrom's shoulder. Lindstrom just held him more
closely.
Easter, Commencement, and Thanksgiving were the three most important days
in the academy's calendar. The public was welcome to attend Sunday Chapel
anytime, but for the Thanksgiving Service all were most cordially invited
from near and far. Parents especially. The drum and bugle detachment
joined the organist in providing music for the service.
If they made arrangements in advance parents could enjoy turkey and all the
traditional accompaniments with their sons. And in the afternoon there
were special athletic demonstrations.
This year among the parents in attendance were Andrew Fulton and his wife,
Eleanor, and The Rev. Jeremiah Hardcastle and his wife, Mabel. Fulton was
anxious to see how his experiment in discipline was working. The Reverend
thought the trip was a waste of time, but for once his wife had prevailed.
She sensed from his letters that her son needed a mother's love. Since his
church didn't have a service on Thanksgiving, The Reverend agreed to come.
The chapel service was suitably grand, although much too formal for
Rev. Hardcastle's taste. The Corps of Cadets marched in toward the end of
the voluntary, which was Karg-Elert's "Nun Danket alle Gott." Once they
were in place the service began with a rendition of "The Netherlands Hymn
of Thanksgiving" with its rousing final stanza beginning, "We all do extol
thee, our leader in battle." Later, following the Offertory, a drum roll
introduced the National Anthem. And finally, after a Blessing the singing
of "Nun Danket," "Now thank we all our God...."
After Thanksgiving Dinner Fulton's father spoke to Col. Southerland about
Patrick. The colonel consulted his roster and referred him to Cadet
Capt. Witherspoon. Witherspoon told him that Patrick had been a problem
when he first came, but recently he seemed to be shaping up. The elder
Fulton also noticed that Patrick's roommates seemed to like him too. His
father was very pleased and told Patrick so.
The Rev. Hardcastle, on the other hand, was not pleased. His son, to the
extent he felt he could, had bared his soul to both his parents, trying to
make them understand how depressed he was and why he was begging them to
let him come home. His mother understood, but his father said he was a
twelve-year-old cry baby.
"You obviously haven't made any effort to fit in," he charged. "Not one
boy has even said `hello' to you since we've been here, and you haven't
spoken to anybody either. I knew it was a waste of time to come."
Despite the fact that they lived only a few miles away, the Hardcastles
didn't even stay for the afternoon demonstrations. Elbert was devastated.
Friday was a holiday. No classes. No formations. Elbert and Herb
Lindstrom found themselves back at the lake. It was chilly but sunny, not
so cold that they couldn't stretch out on the grass.
"My father won't listen," Elbert cried. "He hates me I know, and Mama's
afraid to cross him. But he's supposed to be a Man of God! But he won't
even pastor his own son."
His friend sensed that the time had come. "I know things are hard," he
tried to comfort him, "but I think they'll get better.
"I think I told you that I had a special friend back in Savannah. He was
special, because when we were together, we always made each other happy."
Herbert once again put his arm around Elbert. But this time not just
around his shoulders. He let his hand rest on his friend's waist. And as
he continued to talk, it wandered down to Elbert's groin.
"When guys around here play around, it's just to shoot off. When Jason and
I did, it was to show how much we meant to each other. I'd like you to be
my new special friend, Elbert."
As Herbert's fingers caressed his dick, Elbert was totally conflicted. No
one had ever touched him that way before. It felt so good. But he also
had a vision of Satan tossing him into the pit of fire. In his mind's eye,
however, Satan had the face of his father. The pleasure he felt overcame
his feelings of depression, and his father's face faded from view.
"Yes....yes I would like that," he whispered.
Elbert felt his fly being opened, his dick being pulled from its khaki
prison, and Herbert's lips slipping down the length of his hardening shaft.
He had died and gone to heaven. Bathed in saliva, stimulated by his
special friend's tongue, Elbert's appendage sent new and exciting waves of
delight throughout his body.
Herbert relished the taste and lavished all his passion on his new partner.
What he had said was true. It wasn't just to get him off, but to show him
much, much more. He finally increased the speed of his oral caresses.
Suddenly, Elbert felt his dick touch off a mammoth seizure that rocked his
whole body. His head and heart both pounded. Every nerve in his body
tingled. Was he peeing? His first orgasm was something to experience.
Herbert swallowed Elbert's first cream and delivered remnants of it to his
special friend in a sloppy kiss. The boys in quarters never did anything
like kiss. Elbert felt weaker than he ever had before. He lay back trying
to catch his breath. Herbert held him close, and again fondled his
now-soft two-and-a-half inch wiener.
They cuddled for the longest time.
"That was so wonderful." Elbert finally was able to speak.
"Next time, you can do me....if you want to," Herbert said.
After a long silence Elbert again spoke. "Do you do things with your
roommates?"
"Sometimes," Herbert answered. "To be one of the boys, or if I'm totally
horny. I generally just beat my dog. Is that what you do?"
"No. I've never done anything before."
"Really? I'm so glad I was your first."