The Academy - 7

Chapter VII – "Christmas is a comin’ "

 

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 and would be complete before Christmas Holiday.

 

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 ain’t 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 now.  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 guys fucking guys back in Room 110.

 

Hardcastle was also becoming more tolerant of his roommates antics.  And they seemed to sense this.

 

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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 been looking 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 class work.  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 went 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 pussy or their bum.  Not that we were doing anything but dippin' our wicks.  It was something else when we started to get off and shoot seed."

 

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 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.

 

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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 some anal; maybe a finger at first or something.

 

"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 to put your dick in someone and fuck them?" 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 fuck your mouth."

 

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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.

 

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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.