Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 22:53:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Robert E. Lee Academy 7
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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
Brown, (Coach) Hyram Wrestling Coach
Hardcastle, (The Rev'd) & Mrs. Elbert's parents
Pugh, (The Rev'd Cdr.) Ellis Chaplain
Southerland, (Col.) Malcolm Superintendant/Headmaster
Chapter VII
"Christemas is a'Coming"
The Sunday after Thanksgiving was the beginning of Advent. With everyone
looking forward to Christmas Vacation the cadet officers became less rigid.
Even the academic faculty seemed less demanding. Still the Fall Exams were
at hand.
Hardcastle was surprised to be summoned by Hyram Brown, the wrestling coach
the following Monday.
"Boy," he said, "I know you're damned tired of being hassled, and I'm tired
of it too. I've been watching you. You've learned the moves pretty well.
Your problem is just that you're not as strong as you should be.
"I talked to Rory Bascom. You know him?"
"Yes sir. He lives in a room right next to mine."
"He's not a wrestler," Coach Brown continued. "He's a swordsman, probably
our best fencer. He keeps in shape, and he's volunteered to help you work
out. I'd suggest--very strongly suggest--that you take him up on his
offer."
Hardcastle figured that it couldn't hurt. So after classes he knocked on
the door of Room 112. All four occupants were there, but Bascom knew why
the first former was visiting, and he immediately let his sense of humor
come to the fore.
"Here's Lee Academy's star wrestler, guys," he said. He didn't mean to be
cruel, but the remark did hurt Hardcastle.
Still, Hardcastle labored on. "Coach Brown said you'd help me get in
better shape."
"From what I hear you aint in any shape at all," Bascom laughed. "But
Coach said the team was being hard on you, and I don't like to see
motherfuckers take advantage of people who can't fight back. So, yeah,
I'll help you. We'll start off with calisthenics. Let's head over to the
gym."
Hardcastle proved to be woefully inept, even at jumping jacks. And he
almost cried as he failed to do even a few push-ups and sit-ups. That's
when Bascom realized how fragile his pupil was and really began to take
pity. He comforted Hardcastle as best he could, and resolved that they
would work together until Hardcastle could perform well enough to deal with
his tormentors.
Meanwhile, Hardcastle and Lindstrom's special friendship continued to
blossom. They sucked each other almost every day. Lindstrom had a real
knack for finding secret places for their trysts. Although he'd never gone
beyond blow jobs, he was anxious to advance their relationship to the other
activity. He didn't want to freak his partner out, although he knew Elbert
had observed fucking back in Room 110.
Hardcastle was also becoming more tolerant of his roommates antics. And
they seemed to sense this.
With help from his roommates, Calhoon shortly not only had caught up with
his classmates but surpassed them in academic achievement. Even in French.
He had a great ear and no problem in grasping the inflections, even
correctly guessing genders of the words. From his older comrades he also
picked up "raunchy expressions" from "merde" to "soixante neuf" and many in
between. His parents' sending him to the academy had surely been the right
move.
Winston Draper was Calhoon's math teacher. He was also the Proctor of
Farragut House. He was twenty-eight years old, handsome and well-built
with a "Clark Gable moustache." He had never found "the right girl,"
because he had never looked for one. That was probably true of the other
three proctors as well. Yet it would be unthinkable for him to make a move
on any of the boys, as much as he might like to. His relationship with
them was strictly professional. So it was when he left word for Calhoon to
report to him in quarters.
Calhoon feared he'd made some breach in academy protocol. It was rare for
cadets to ever be summoned by a proctor.
"You sent for me, Mr. Draper?" Calhoon squeaked.
"Yes, Calhoon. It seems several of your instructors are concerned.
"I must be frank. You failed your first pop test this year. Showed that
you were woefully behind your fellows. And yet very quickly you became
their equals. I feared that either you were receiving improper help, if
you know what I mean, or that--maybe because you really liked math--you
were neglecting your other studies to improve your math grades.
"So I checked with my colleagues, and found that their experience was the
same as mine.
"Cadet, you are obviously spending more time in studying than you need to.
Sometimes transfers do that. I wanted to let you know that you don't need
to worry about succeeding in your classwork. Relax a bit and enjoy life."
"Sir, I'm no grind. I think I take it as easy as my cronies."
"Well, I just want you to know that you can relax. Your other teachers
feel the same way. Just relax. You don't have anything to worry about in
any of your classes."
Calhoon thought maybe Mr. Draper was right. Since his chosen sport was
track and it was mostly a Spring thing, outside of gym class he hadn't
really spent any time getting exercise. Maybe some play would be in order.
Football was over, so he asked Stone, his roommate, to toss a few baskets
with him. Maybe that would qualify for what Mr. Draper had in mind.
They played one on one until they had both demonstrated that neither was
any good at basketball, then hit the showers. It wasn't the first time
Stone had seen Calhoon naked, of course, but in this environment he felt he
could comment.
"How'd you get that super bod at your age?" Stone asked.
"Man, I live on a farm. You start using your muscles doing chores as soon
as you can walk."
"Well you musta really had your way with the chicks, before you got sent
over here. I've heard about how farm boys take `em down."
"Not me. I want to a consolidated school. All the gals seemed to live on
the other side of the county. The only time I saw one was in class."
"What about boys?" Stone was emboldened to ask.
"What about `em?" Elliott responded. "I never knew anything could go on
between guys 'til I got here. I only have a sister, and she's three years
older'n me. I only learned about beating off by overhearing older boys
talk about it at school."
"Damn, so you aint ever even had a blow job?" Frank was incredulous.
"Sure, back in Nashville my folks live `on the wrong side of the tracks,'
but I thought everybody everywhere played around one way or another. Me
and my buddies started fucking each other when we was nine or ten, and
there was always a gal or two that'd let us have some. Not that we were
doing anything but dippin' our wicks. It was something else when we
started to get off."
Frank Stone saw that what he said was affecting Elliott's dick. He wanted
to show the new'un what he'd been missing. So he grasped the
thirteen-year-old's tool and led him to a dark corner of the locker room.
Elliott Calhoon didn't resist. The lineman knelt and took his roommate's
bone into his mouth and in short order brought Elliot to his first climax
to be aided by another person.
"Oh god," thought Elliott, "maybe this is what Mr. Draper had in mind."
This being a military academy, there were always a few boys who had no
place to go for Christmas break. Baumgartner was one of these. Both his
parents were half a world away. Hardcastle overheard Rex Stephens saying
that he'd love to have Baumgartner spend Christmas with him, but he had no
way to get him all the way to San Antonio and back. Baumgartner had
replied that he didn't have enough allowance to afford train fare.
Baumgartner had always been nicer to Hardcastle than his other roommates,
and he was a new'un too. And transportation wouldn't be a problem.
Although home was only a few miles from the academy, it would still be a
long distance call. And long distance was not something to be used except
in emergencies. Still Hardcastle decided to risk the ire of his parents by
telephoning. He waited until nighttime rates were in effect and went to
the academy's pay telephone booth over by the library.
"I'd like to make a reverse-the-charges call," he told the operator.
When his mother answered the phone, she heard the operator's voice say, "I
have a collect call for anyone from Elbert Hardcastle. Will you accept
charges?"
"Why....yes," the startled Mrs. Hardcastle said. "Elbert? What's wrong,
son?"
"Nothing's wrong, mother, but I have a friend whose parents are in the
Philippines. He won't be going home for Christmas. It will be awful
lonely here. Can I invite him to spend Christmas vacation with us?"
"Your father's not at home, dear. I don't know what he'd say. But I'm
sure he'd be pleased that you've made a friend. And we're just burning up
money talking on the phone. I'll say `yes,' and if Jerimiah doesn't like
it....well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
Elbert still waited a couple of days before talking to Baumgartner. He was
half expecting his father to show up to say "no." That would be cheaper
than telephoning or sending a telegram.
He did finally invite Baumgartner, who gratefully accepted. "I sure wasn't
looking forward to being here by myself for three weeks," he said.
He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, though. Thought maybe
he'd have to go the whole time without jacking off. He knew Hardcastle
wouldn't be into anything. And he'd never lived in a Southern hamlet,
never been in a Baptist Church. It would be a new experience, he was sure.
He told Barefield they would have to get together the night before vacation
began.
Lindstrom was finding that he was joining in his roommates' frolics more
and more often. Enjoying it more and more. Finally fucked a guy and let
himself be fucked for the first time. It was still not like doing stuff
with his special friend, but he was wishing more than ever that he and
Elbert could move up to anal.
"Do your roommates fuck each other, Elbert?" he asked just before Christmas
vacation began.
"Yeah. It's really disgusting," Hardcastle replied.
"I dunno. I think it might be something we could get into. Seems a lot
more intimate than just blowing each other." Linstrom let his finger rub
his friend's ass-crack. "I'd let you fuck me."
They were lying naked in one of Lindstrom's secret places. In the basement
of Forrest House.
"Would you really?" Elbert wondered.
"Haven't you ever wondered what it would feel like?" Herbert asked.
"I guess so."
"Stick a finger in me. Let me see what that's like."
The preacher's son was never able to refuse Herbert's entreaties. Elbert
leaned over and inserted his middle finger into his friend's ass. As he
did so, he was rewarded by kisses on his nipple and a gentle groping of his
balls.
"Mmmm," Herbert murmured. "Feels so good. Try two fingers."
Hardcastle had no way of knowing that his partner had already greased up
his ass. The two fingers slipped in with ease.
"Slide 'em back and forth," Herbert ordered. After letting Elbert
experience finger fucking, he continued, "Oh, yes. Let me get your dick
good and wet. I want to feel it up there."
He went down on Elbert just long enough to slobber a good load of spit on
his prong. "Give it to me. Let me feel your hot dick in my ass," he
whispered.
Without thinking, Elbert, overcome with emotion, did as he was told. In
seconds instinct took over. He was pumping his friend for all he was worth
and was overwhelmed by the thrill that only a fuck can give. His orgasm
was almost as powerful as the very first time he had cum in Herbert's
mouth.
"That was so wonderful," Elbert moaned.
"It was for me too," Herbert responded. "Next time I'll do you." He was
thinking next time he would bring lotion. "But now, let me just let me
fuck your mouth."
Gunnerston's three roommates were vying to see who would invite him for
Christmas vacation. They knew that he would provide a willing ass whenever
they got a hard-on. They were surprised to learn that although Des Moines
was a two day train trip up and back, his parents were bringing him home
for the holidays. He said he was sorry. He'd much rather spend Christmas
with one of them. They did enjoy a gang bang the night before the break
began.
Friday, December 16 was cold but bright. Chapel officially ended the Fall
term. Before the final Grace, the chaplain prayed for those who would be
travelling, saying "O God, our heavenly Father, whose glory fills the whole
creation, and who art always present wherever we may be:
We beseech thee to preserve all those who travel, by land or sea or air;
surround and preserve them with thy loving care; protect them from all
dangers; and bring them in safety to their journey's end," and after the
Grace came a lusty rendition of the hymn, "Come Thou Long Expected Jesus."
The holiday had begun.