Academy RB 7

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I woke up disoriented. I had to figure out where I was, which was in Bo's bed with Bo in back of me with his face leaning on my ass, lightly snoring and I could feel the air from his breathing in my crack. Even though I had to pee, I had a major hard-on and snuck from under him to use the bathroom. I peed for a long time. When I turned on the water in the sink, it made a loud rattling sound. Old house. Naked, I tiptoed back into the room and went for my clothes strewn around the room. With them all in hand, I stood up and he grabbed my leg.

"You're not going anywhere."

"I have to go."

"No way. Not until you fuck me again." He reached for my cock, which had gotten hard again."

"You want it, you want the Bo." He pulled me from the sides of my waist and pulled me towards his face. "Hmmmmm, this is what I want."

As he rimmed me, I moaned so loud that I woke Karl, who went into the bathroom. He, too, seemed to pee forever. The sound of his moved me broke my concentration. He went to his own bed and sat Indian style, watching us. He pulled down his underwear and started to jerk off. "Forget about him. You are mine." He switch his position to push his ass into my face. When I didn't react, he pushed harder. "Eat it, Tim, or I'll fart in your face."

I used my tongue to tease and, as if it was an artist's brush, painting his crack. I pushed my tongue deep into his hole. Bo had an amazing ass, and he wiggled it as I tongue fucked him. "Deeper," he ordered. I did. He then pulled away and got on his knees, jutting out his fleshy ass. I mounted him and fucked him first slowly, then hard, and then slowly again because I was close to cumming and I wanted him to feel all eight inches. I saw that Karl was standing over us, jerking off.

I pulled out and shot a huge amount of cum onto his face, and so did Karl. We then worked together to make him cum. He, too, shot so far he hit his face, and his face was half covered with the seed of three men.

He jumped up and pulled me up. He took me by the hand and led me to the shower. Karl joined us.

I returned to my room to find Raphael sleeping still, thought it was about 10 already. There was a knock at the door and Raphael opened it wearing only a t-shirt. It was Anton. "I need Tim."

I yelled towards the door, "You got him, Anton." Raphael went back into back and pulled a sheet over his face. "

"Tim, it's time for you to meet with Ron."

"OK, I took a shower already and I just gotta get dressed. I'll be down in 5 minutes."

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"You look tired," Ron told me.

"Do I?" I had looked at the mirror before I left my room to meet with Ron. I looked OK.

"Sounds like you had quite the time last night," he responded.

"Boy, you know everything," I said, a little paranoid.

"No worries. We walk up and down the halls at night. And from outside the door we heard what was going on." I made a worried face. "No really, no worries. Sex is in the air here and it's fine."

"The other guys won't get in trouble, will they?"

"No not at all. They are fine. Your concern for them is very sweet."

"Apparently, some of the other boys aren't really very nice to them."

"I know. We know. It's very strange. We've never had a similar problem. We suspect that there's one culprit among them who has created these cliques. We don't like it. The Eastern European guys are very important to our student body. They are very special and we love them. And we are sorry that they are being picked on."

"If it's any consolation, they seem to be handling it pretty well. They have each other."

"How did it go with you and Raphael?"

"Fine. Not much. He's quiet." I didn't want to say anything bad. "He didn't have so much to say to me. He's fucking handsome."

"Yes, he is." He wasn't letting on what's going on with Raphael, either. I was glad I called it right to not bad mouth him.

After a pause, I asked Ron what was next for me.

"We let you go for now, and ask that you think about it very seriously. Talk to Brandon about it. As far as we're concerned you are welcome to join us and think you'd be a great addition to the `program.'" My face brightened. "Let me tell you what went into our decision."

"OK, cool."

"It will help you understand what we're all about and how you fit in."

"I'm game."

"Good. First, we love the way you look and carry yourself. You are very handsome and really liked what you wore when you came in. Fucking handsome as you described Raphael. Did Brandon help you pick out your outfit?"

"No, honestly he was going to go with me, but then he had clients. He gave me some ideas and he lent me money for the clothes."

"You did very well. You are also very masculine. It's not that we don't like boys who come off as more gay, or twinky. But there are dozens of them and not so many boys who are straight acting and have the good sense you need. Don't take anything negative from this. We are always trying to balance our team here. Not too many twinks, not too many butch guys. A balance of blondes, browns and black hair. A good racial and balance of guys of all nationalities. What we don't want here are silly twinks or guys with attitude."

"I haven't been around long enough to have an attitude."

"Yes, you are very good on the attitude front. So let's get to the sex."

"Let's," I joked.

"Funny. We also like your sense of humor. As for the sex, it's uncommon in a way to have your talents with so little experience. The way you use your tongue and fingers is very nice. Refusing to get fucked without protection was, of course, important, but just important was the way you handled that.

"Whether you do this or not whatever you do. You have to be safe. All the time. Every time."

"What else," I asked him.

"We can't know this for sure, but the guess is that you have the kind of instinct you need in this business. If you feel like something's wrong with a situation, you need to get out. It's like radar. It is very important for you to think about this seriously. It's not a lark. And not a lark to do this and keep in school."

"I will. I thank you for the chance to be here. I will think about it very carefully."

"Did you take the clothes from yesterday?"

"No, I left that in the room."

"It's our gift to you. I will ask Anton to get them for you." He rapped out a quick text. Anton told me you flirted with him."

"He's a very attractive man."

"Do you flirt with every handsome man?"

Tim paused to think about the question. He felt he was still being tested, maybe. "Uhm, yeah, pretty much. I flirted with you yesterday."

"Yes, you did."

I imagined what he'd do to Ron, how he'd seduce him. Maybe I'd take his clothes off and wait for Anton to bring the others. Ron would raise his eyebrow. "I want to wear the new clothes." I'd move around the other side of the desk and get on my knees. And undo the button on his slacks and pull down the zipper. He wouldn't be wearing any underwear and his dick would stick right out. He'd lick the side and make circles around his cock head. He'd be uncut and he'd tease out his mushroom head.

I'd pull his pants down in the back and tickle his crack and then push into his hole. He'd put some spit on his middle fingers and take turns play with his man cunt. He'd have a little hair in his crack.

I'd turn with my back to him and start rubbing my ass against his cock. "Oh, Ron, fuck me now." And he would, hard and fast. My hole would be easily penetrated because of all the practice last night. The homework.

I was brought out of the fantasy by Ron snapping his fingers. "Heh, Tim, I lost you there for a minute."

I opened my eyes. "Where were you," he asked.

"I was having a fantasy."

"What was it, your fantasy?"

I had to consider whether I'd tell him about my 120 seconds of fantasy. Oh, fuck it, I thought to myself. "This won't be used against me? Promise?"

"You're in. I'm not going to go back on my word. The decision is yours, now. Promise."

"OK, a promise is a promise. I was fantasizing how I'd seduce you. How I'd get you to fuck me."

"I don't mess with the student body or bodies. I told you."

"That's why I'd have to use all skills and talents. I'd get my way."

"How were you going to do it."

I told him the story. The striptease. The going to my knees and pleasuring his cock. The tickle of his crack and finger fucking his man cunt. "How am I doin'?"

"You are very clever, Tim."

"Yes I am. I bet you're hard now, maybe just a little."

"I will never tell." Now it was Ron teasing me.

"I am."

"You are what?"

"Hard. Fully hard. And dripping pre cum all over my 2xxs." I stood up to show him my hard on pushing against my pants."

"When I was telling you how we reached our decision, I didn't tell you that another consideration was that you are smart and creative. You have to be to do the job well. To get returning clients. You have to have them think, `What will he do with me the next time.' That's the trick, of successful tricking."

"Have you ever played with any of the boys who come through here? Even just once."

"No. I've been tempted. Some of the men are so hot, and we teach them to be so much hotter. But no I didn't think it would be professional or healthy. Besides, I have a husband and we've been together for longer than this place has been open. I'll tell you what I did do once."

"Yes. Thanks, please."

"For my husband's birthday I brought home one of the graduates as a birthday present. He was very appreciative, but he also thought it wouldn't have been a good idea and he passed. We all had dinner together."

"Well that's pretty hot. Sounds like you found one of the good ones."

"I did. And we want to keep each other." There was a knock at the door. "That must be Anton with your clothes." He came in and he looked at both of us back and forth several times.

"What have you guys been doing?"

"Tim was trying to seduce me. At least in his mind's eye."

"He's a fresh one, isn't he?"

"A bad boy."

"Stop already."

"Are you going to change into your new clothes in front of us? A little striptease."

"No, I'm not. And I'm not talking to either of you," I teased. "I'm going to find me another whore training school." They both laughed.

"What's the verdict on our bad boy?" Anton asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think he passed with flying colors. I spoke to the Eastern Europeans earlier. They were very impressed. I think Bo is in love with you, Tim."

I laughed. "The verdict is that I'm going to think about it. Carefully. The big thing is whether I can make school and this work."

"Good boy."

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