Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2013 21:55:08 -0600
From: l n <eccentricpenguinwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Trega Academy for the Mystic Arts: Chapter 3

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I grabbed my forehead, groaning as I sat up. Stiff all over, the signs of
me being asleep for a significant amount of time were there. I rubbed the
sleep out of my eyes and looked around; the room around me was pitch-black,
so much so that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. Below me, a
soft, but stiff from age mattress was below me, simple Green sheets, and
blankets, were all around me; the bed was not very large, a small twin bed
at best?. "Yup, it's a bunk-bed?" I thought, placing my hand on the wooden
surface above me.

Then the realization hit me.

I was at the academy! My brothers had cast a spell of sleep on me, probably
the traditional 3 days of sleep that all novices at the academy are subject
to on their first arrival at the academy. The purpose of this? odd
tradition was quite simple. Each child had to be examined by the Augers of
the three 'tribes' of the Academy? The three tribes are the 'factions' of
the schools, the three founders (They themselves from two separate tribes
in the ancient days) wanted to inspire competition and rivalry among the
students in order to give them the incentive to achieve greatness. Housed
on the Southern-end of the school, the Omega is the first
tribe. Characterized by the 'Omega Will', members of the Omega are chosen
for their strength of heart, their ability to preserver through difficulty,
symbolized by the fire-red and silver robes they wear.  Then, on the flip
side of the coin, housed on the Northern-end of the academy, the Alpha is
the second. The Alpha lays claim to the ambition and pride that resides in
one's heart, the ideal that you, as your own being, have the power to
achieve absolute greatness through your own ability. This pride is
symbolized by the forest-green and dark blue, so dark it is essentially
black, the colors of natural ability and the ever encompassing potential
within every creature. The final Tribe of this triplet group is the
Zeta. The Zeta are chosen by their propensity for the unknown, curiosity
being their key trait, their colors being a single, deep shade of
dark-violet.

And, as I realized from the slightly? used? sheets I was under, I had been
chosen for the Alpha. If my grin was a source of light, the world would
have been illuminated. The Alpha are known as the literal bad-asses of the
Academy, all of the popular, attractive, talented people came from the
Alpha orgins? or atleast that is how they advertised it. I sighed, looking
across the room, a window on the stone wall slightly lit up the room,
increasing the visibility, as the sun breached the horizon. I looked around
the room, and count about 20 bunk-beds, each one with 3 beds stacked on top
of each-other, a ladder on either side leading up to them. SO that made a
total of 60 kids in this dorm? This was going to be one crowded experience?
The sounds of others waking up and doing the same things to confirm their
surroundings filled my ears, but obviously, like me, they were too afraid
to leave their beds.

I wanted to make an impact, so I decided to be the bravest of the kids in
my room, threw my covers off, and stepped onto the floor. I immediately
regretted my decision, as I realized I was naked, and a kid in the bunk
closest to where I was standing started laughing his ass off, "Gonna get a
bit nippy ain't ya pal?" he laughed again, his accent was obviously someone
from the Southern United States, probably Texas. I stuck my tongue out in
his direction.

"Kiss my bright, white ass!" And whispered loudly in his direction, and
turning around while slapping my butt. He laughed again and stick his hand
out in a hand-shake motion, "My name's Ricky, nice to meet ya," he said as
I grasped his hand and answered back, "Yeah, likewise, I'm Seth". I shook
his hand a few times, and started looking around my bunk for clothes,
needless to say, the search was fruitless. "Looks like were stuck in the
buff Rick, not even a Ghet or anything." I muttered towards him.

"Ah well, can't say I'm too ashamed with how I look," he said as he jumped
to his feet. The light in the room was slowly increasing as the sun rose
higher, giving me a decent view of him. About 2 inches taller than me,
which was surprising seeing as I'm tall for my age, and dark brown hair
that was cut down to a buzz-cut. My eyes traveled lower without me
realizing it, checking out the rest of his body. He was thin like me, but
instead of the skinny look I had, his arms, chest, and stomach were defined
with a little bit of muscle. They traveled even lower, and I had to hold
back my gasp at what they beheld. Despite being 12 , all the newbies to the
academy came here at 12, he had already grown a small bush of pubes over
his cock, matching the same dark-brown color that was on his head. Like me,
he was also cut, probably close to the same size as me, but I have no idea
how to tell how big he would be when hard. My eyes traveled back up his
torso and met his eyes as they traveled up my body, couldn't blame him, I'd
done the exact same.

"Reckon' we go see what's up around here?" He said, gesturing the only door
in the room, "My brother told me all the dorms are like this, the room
leads to the washroom slash dressin' room and into the hallway, I never
really understood why he called it the 'dressin room' until now," he
giggled, gesturing to his dick as he started walking to the door.

"Hey, wait up!" A very high-pitched voice called from behind me in another
loud whisper, coming from the bed on the other side of mine. A kid about a
half-foot shorter than me and Ricky jumped up and walked towards us,
holding his hand out, "I'm Zeph, Zeph Remer," he grabbed my hand and in a
spazzy motion shook it, and did the same with Ricky. We both introduced
ourselves, and again gave the look-over to Zeph. If I was considered
skinny, Zeph would be considered bone-thin, all of his ribs clearly
visible, reaching out over his belly. Short, light brownish-red hair
frizzed up on his head, covered in more freckles than my brother Marcus
ever had. I felt kinda sorry for Zeph as I looked lower, his little cockle
was barely visible, despite the fact that he had less hair than fat on his
body.

"Where y'all from?" Ricky asked us as we started walking towards the door,
passing snoring kids in their bunks, we noticed that none of the other kids
seemed to be up besides us. "I'm from Nevada, near Las Vegas," I told him,
at the mention of Las Vegas his eyes lit up like Christmas-trees, "Must be
fun partyin' over there," he laughed. I had no clue in hell what he meant
by that, but I just agreed with him with a fake laugh and looked towards
Zeph, "How about you?" Zeph reached down and scratched his balls while
saying "New York, land of trash and rain," Ricky and I made eye contact,
silently agreeing that we weren;t going to comment on the ball-scratching
while making conversation.

We reached the door, and pulled on the simple brass knob. We hit a wall of
steam as we entered the room, the walls and floor were made of green and
white square tiles, the tiles on the floor being smaller than the ones on
the wall. On the right side, another door sat in the middle of the wall,
with a total of 60 lockers standing in two rows, an open doorway where the
steam was emanating from, and a large towel rack on the other wall. On our
left, several toilets separated by waist-high partitions, and six sinks
with grimy mirrors near them. "Oh you have to be fucking kidding me," I
groaned, "The toilets don't have freaking doors?" Zeph sighed in agreement,
and Ricky let out his country-boy laugh again. "Ah get over it, you afraid
someone's gonna see your little peckers peeing? Y'all are pussies." To make
the point he grabbed his crotch and thrust at us. All three of us laughed
at his display.

"Speaking of that, I have to piss," I muttered, Ricky nodded in agreement,
and a crazy twinkle hit his eye. "Let's see who can piss the farthest!" he
giggled, stepping into the same stall I had just stood in, making our hips
touch. Trying not to be a pussy like he had said earlier, I laughed and
nodded. We back up the edge of the stall, and let it go, the sound of the
two streams of pee hitting the toilet as we slowly started walking
backwards. Ricky's stream started slowing down and he cursed as it started
hitting the floor, he couldn't stop it until it splashed onto both of our
feet. "Nasty ass!" I laughed and ran to get a towel for my feet, I dried
them off, and put the towel back on the rack. I gasped as the towel was
sucked into the wall, and a perfectly clean one took its place.

"Sometimes I forget magic exists," Zeph laughed, "We should shower,
sleeping for a few days made me smell rank!" He sniffed his pits and
screwed his face up. We walked through the open doorway where the steam was
coming from, which was so thick I could barely see a foot in front of
me. We walked forward, not slowing down despite the warm steam that was
blinding us. And all at once we fell face-first into a warm pool of
water. We all surfaced, sitting down in the shallow water. "This is new, so
I guess we have to bathe together too?" I pointed out as I looked around
the room. There were several dispensers that were labeled "Soap" "Shampoo"
and "Conditioner", wash clothes lined the edge of the pool. I waded further
into the pool which eventually got neck-deep for me when I hit the edge of
the pool. I yelled as something grabbed my ankle and pulled me under,
making swallow some of the bathwater. I came back up sputtering, and there
was Ricky, laughing his ass off a few feet away. "Gotcha!" He laughed
again, eyes shut tight. Taking advantage of this, I tackled him, which led
to an all-out three-way wrestling match between Rick, Zeph and me.

Feet, arms, butts and legs bumped and hit each other as we struggled to be
on top of the dog-pile, laugher and splashing filling the room.  At the end
of it, when Zeph had grabbed one of Rick's arms and I grabbed the other,
both of us dunking him into the water, the three of us panted and
laughed. We were standing in the knee-deep area of the bathing pool, and I
blushed as I noticed a small fact. All three of us were hard as rocks. Zeph
and Ricky looked at me with quizzical faces, and then looked down at their
dicks, realizing why. Oddly enough, Ricky wasn't the brave one this time,
blushing a deeper shade of red than me, but Zeph was standing there
laughing at us. "You two look so embarrassed!" he laughed even harder, "You
two haven't sprung wood before or something?" Ricky splashed him saying
loudly, "Of course we have, but I ain't never boned up in front of my pals
before!"

A mischievous grin fell on Zeph's face, "So you haven't jerked off with
friends before?", he reached down and started rubbing his small cockle,
which was probably about 3 inches long, small compared to my 4 ? and
Ricky's 4 3/4ish dicks. "What the hell are you doing?" I said, my blush
growing deeper and my cock getting even harder at the act. Ricky grinned,
the blush still there, "Yeah, to tell ya the truth me and my pal Robert did
it a lot back home." He joined in, rubbing his dick in the same open-fisted
motion that Zeph was getting into. We said nothing as the three of us sat
on a raised part of the pool, are backs to the wall and our feet in the
water, jerking like our lives depended on it. Ricky was on my left, eyes
screwed up tight and hit mouth in a slight grimace of pleasure as he rubbed
his dick, with his left hand, his right hand rubbing his balls, pre-cum
making his fist slick as it went up and down the country-dick. I couldn't
take my eyes off of the beautiful sight before me, sweat was beading up on
his head, moaning lightly every time that his hand crossed over his very
large helmet shaped head, with frenulum so tight it looked like it could
cut paper if he tried to. I closed my eyes and imagined the scene with my
brother, shoving his long dick down my throat. Except this time, Ricky was
the one taking my innocence, pumping gallons of hot cum as he smashed his
pubes into my nose, moaning and telling me how great my mouth felt. I
stroked my own cock faster, until I gasped ad tried to stand-up, but was
forced back down. Zeph had leaned down and was sucking on the head of my
dick! I struggled for a second, but gave up and let him do what he wanted,
it just felt too damn good. The kid was amazing, his tongue was constantly
circling my dick, sending breath-taking sensations throughout my body,
making me moan louder than a whore in heat.

Ricky turned his head and made eye-contact with my half-lidden, pleasure
filled eyes, and gave me the same shit-eating grin he wore before, "Well
you gonna just stare or help me out too pal?" He laughed, and pulled my
head towards his, he brought his lips to mine, and he shared in my first
kiss ever. The combined sensations of the wet, warm tunnel of Zeph's
throat, and the electricity coursing through my lips, I had my largest wet
orgasm to date. At least 5 spurts of creamy-white cum went down Zeph's
throat, followed by a wetness on my thigh from Zeph cumming. Ricky pulled
away from my lips and gave one last groan of pleasure, shooting cum into
the pool.


A great start to my academic career!


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