Old Stories 2 The Spartan Military Academy By Bald Hairy Man
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Founded in 1800 rural Georgia, the Spartan Military Academy provided the only education available in the area. The academy thrived for decades until after the Civil War when it went bankrupt. The graduates distinguished themselves in the War, and due to a fluke, a good number of the graduates survived the conflict.
The Spartan Regiment performed mostly garrison duty, protecting Davis County, Georgia and the county seat, New Sparta. The county paid for the regiment and required that it remain in the county. Sherman's march was to the south of the County, and the regiment's services were not needed.
Commandant Aristotle Jones modeled the academy on Spartan principles. A purest might say that his lacked historical basis, but most of the county residents were illiterate and knew nothing about Sparta or Greece for that matter. I am the Commandant's orderly, McTavish.
Commandant Jones and his assistant Major Gilman were strict, but Jones was opposed to corporal punishment, a rarity at the time. Both he and his assistant were good teachers. Since the youngest of the students were twelve, they had basic reading and calculating skills. This was typical done in schools where beatings were regular. It was a shock to most students when the Commandant just corrected them for making an error; he did not whip them.
As was typical at the time the academy used older students to teach younger boys. In this respect, Jones' judgement was superb. He had a knack for finding gifted students, and he avoided martinets and bullies. The school was a success.
The students received a certificate of achievement at graduation. Five years later, they were to return to the Academy to get a degree. Jones felt the degree should indicate success in life not just academics.
The academy had a strict code of secrecy and only cadets knew the rules and regulations. No one outside of the academy knew of the preference for nude athletics and exercise. This was the Spartan way according to Jones.
The students accepted this arrangement. It began with skinny-dipping in the academy pond, and then continued in other activities. Uniforms and clothes were expensive, and this arrangement save wear and tear. Jones also required regular bathing. A natural warm spring next to the Academy building aided this requirement. The Commandant and his assistant bathed with the students.
This impressed the students. Commandant Jones was an impressive physical specimen, as was Gilman. Their private parts were doubly impressive. Neither man was shy or uneasy about nudity. They did not seem to notice if some of the boys stared at their genitals. They did not seem to notice their students' equipment either, even when they were erect. They knew that young men are not always in control of their manly parts. By the time the students were older, many suspected the Commandant admired the view of his naked students, but there was never any outward sign of that and there were no inappropriate actions or indeed comments. As the Commandant's orderly, I knew he admired and loved men and that this love was not always platonic. He loved men, not boys. His objective was for his boys to grow into men.
Needless to say, there was considerable comment in the dormitory after dark. Many had never seen a naked adult man before, and none had seen a cock as monumental as the Commandant's tool. Jones was fully aware of the admiration his cock inspired, and he enjoyed it.
In early January of 1822, one of the earlier graduates returned to the Academy to receive his degree. Captain Marmaduke Hill was a distinguished officer in the Army's Engineers Corp. He had been a good student and teacher at the Academy.
Hill had been a small, scrawny child who had been mistreated at home and at school until he came to the Academy. He blossomed into a student of considerable intellectual ability. In his next to the last year there, he had a growth spurt and turned into tall, strapping man.
He was planning to receive his degree and spend the night. The Commandant was pleased to see him and had a small ceremony with Major Gilman, the President of our Board, Roscoe DuPre and a new teacher, Robert Hamner, a graduate of Princeton, in attendance. Following the ceremony, they had a fine dinner. They retired to wooden pavilion that enclosed the bath after dinner. It was a cold night and the warm bath was welcome.
I was surprised when Gilman, Roscoe and Robert joined us. Roscoe was a wealthy man of business and was a generous supporter of the school, but he rarely visited except for board meetings. Even in the dim light cast by a single oil lamp, I would see that Roscoe and Robert were almost as well equipped as the Commandant. Marmaduke was indeed a fine figure of a man, but possessed an average endowment.
I remember that as a student Marmaduke stared at the Commandant's cock. He now had several choice organs to peruse. "I feel like I am in the land of the giants," he said.
"I hope that doesn't offend you," Jones said. "We can cover up if you wish."
"Quite to the contrary," Marmaduke replied. "It always seemed to me that it was most rare to find men whose great intellectual gifts were matched their manly parts." He looked down and saw that he was erect. "Oh dear," he said.
The Commandant smiled. "Don't be embarrassed. We are all men. I am flattered that your privates have responded to me. Frankly, I doubt I can keep my privates under control. Would that offend you?"
"I have a suspicion that this sort of display was common with our Spartan forbearers," Gilman said. "We know they encouraged their youths to feel the strongest ties of affection. I am sure that affection expressed itself in their genitals. We are all men."
Robert laughed. "I know that when you are camping in the open on a dark and cold night it is good to cuddle with your pal. If you rub your cocks together, it is even better. When I was on watch with a friend, stroking could help us stay awake."
"That could make a mess it you aren't careful," Roscoe said.
"I had an old Sargent who told us to take the man cream, but not to swallow it right away," the Commandant said. "The taste will keep you alert."
"Did you keep watch with him sir?" Marmaduke asked.
"I certainly did," the Commandant replied. "Let me make a little confession. I took his man seed three times one night, and the last load was just as good and plentiful as the first!"
By now, we were all excited and erect. The commandant was standing on the side of the pool and his organ was at the level of Marmaduke's mouth. The Commandant had extra foreskin that covered his cock head. He peeled it back to expose his bloated knob. He stroked his cock and a bead of clear cock juice emerged from his slit. Marmaduke correctly interpreted that as an invitation.
As his cock head vanished into Marmaduke's mouth, the Commandant moaned a little. Roscoe came over to me. He was behind me, resting his cock on my ass crack.
"Aristotle told me you would not mind if I was to sport with you some," he said in a whisper. "He told me you were tight, but he thought you might enjoy my fat prod." He reached around me and stroked my cock.
"Did he tell you that I like to play the active role too?" I asked.
"No he didn't, but that is not a problem," Roscoe said. By then his knob was at my hole. He must have oozed a lot. Roscoe made a hard thrust and was suddenly deep in me.
The Commandant and Gilman had been fucking me regularly for years. Roscoe's organ hit some unexplored places, partially due to the shape of his organ and partially because he was entering from the rear. The Commandant like me on my back. This was exciting for Roscoe and me.
It was far more exciting for the Commandant and Marmaduke. I knew the Commandant was sexually driven and demanding man. He had never been with a former student before and I had no idea how he would react.
I lost my interest in them as Roscoe repeatedly thrust his organ into me. I concentrated on pleasing him. That was an easy task since my ass obviously suited him. "Aristotle told me you were good," he moaned. "You are tight, but it is smooth a silk."
He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "I can't hold back much longer. Would Aristotle object if I deposited my seed in you?" he asked.
"I don't know, but he likes Major Gilman's cream in me," I said. A second later, I felt his seed spurting into my ass. It was a massive orgasm, but while Roscoe shivered, shook and twitched, he was silent as he filled me. I knew that silent orgasms were typical of the academy. While all young men pleasure themselves, some shared the pleasure with their friends.
I was the night proctor and checked the dorms at least once a night and in the morning. I caught several students in compromising situations. I walked in on one youth, Waverly Smith, who was still hard and dripping after an orgasm. I intercepted the droplet with my hand and licked it up, winking at the youth. He smiled at me, stroked his tool and squeezed out a little more.
"I could give you much more if you want it, Sir," he whispered. I told him that was against school rules, but that I did not want to have him get into trouble.
He went back to bed. Every once and a while on my nightly inspection he would give me a little taste and once or twice he gave me a glass of milky liquid. I assumed Waverly had made a collection. There was too much for one man and I could taste that it was fresh.
When I slipped out of my reverie, I saw the Commandant sucking Marmaduke's cock with gusto. The Commandant was a dominant man, and I saw that he recognized Marmaduke as an equal.
Roscoe pulled out of my ass. Robert and Gilman had been watching the Commandant and me as we played. Robert came over to me. "Are you done, and is there more fun to be had?" Robert asked.
I did not answer him, but I rolled over on my back and pulled my legs up so that my hole was exposed and open. Robert was the newest and youngest faculty member. He was handsome and muscular. My sperm filled ass offered no resistance to his long, curved tool.
My ass had been the Commandant's private reserve. Robert was the second man to fill me that night, so this was both rare and exciting. Marmaduke now fully occupied the Commandant's attention and I knew he would not object.
I think Robert had a hard time keeping from shooting off as soon as he penetrated my ass. He may have squirted once, but was able to control himself. He was still for a while and then began to pulse slowly.
"I've never done this before," he whispered. "It is beautiful. I want to shoot off so badly."
"The longer you can hold off, the better it will be," I said. "Hold off until you can't stand it anymore. You can't believe how good it will be when you let loose." I was good for me too. His cock was long and thin, but very hard and curved. It rubbed me the right way.
He lasted more than ten minutes. He shot off when Marmaduke bellowed as he climaxed in the Commandant's ass. I did not know the Commandant bottomed. I looked at them and saw Jones' cock spurting as Marmaduke filled his ass. That pulled Robert's trigger and I felt a delicious tickling in my hole. He ejaculated with great force.
These were all massive orgasms and the night's festivities ended. We retired to our quarters. A half hour after I turned in, the Commandant came to my bed. "Is there room for a third load in your ass?" he asked.
"There is always room for yours, Sir," I replied. He lifted my legs and shoved his cock his cock into me effortlessly.
"They must have shot off big loads," he observed.
"That is the way it felt to me," I said.
He did not pound me the way he usually did. I think my sperm filled ass felt different and he want to savor the sensations. I think Roscoe and Robert had most productive orgasms, while Major Gilman's orgasms were more modest.
"Did I look feminine as Marmaduke took me?" he asked.
"No Sir. I thought you were rewarding him for his success. He was thanking you in the most intimate way possible," I replied. "You both looked intensely masculine. You were two warriors and comrades."
"Did it bother you that I let him in me, and that you have never let you in my ass?" he asked.
"I have never been happier than I am now," I replied.
Marmaduke went home the next day after he had a second session with the Commandant. Both men looked happy and satisfied. A few days later, I encountered Roscoe walking with a friend, Thompson Malloy, the town blacksmith. He said he was going to have dinner at his home and asked me if I would like to join them. I agreed. For some reason, I suspected there was more than dinner planned.
They had been to a funeral that morning and Thompson was dressed up in his Sunday clothes. He looked respectable. He was usually covered in soot and sweating like pig. When we were in his house Roscoe explained that he, Thompson and I shared the same tastes. He and the blacksmith both preferred the active role and they drew straws to see who would play the passive role.
"It seemed to me that you enjoyed the passive role and I was hoping you would be willing to accommodate him. I make him pull out before he shoots in me. I noticed that you did not mind man seed in you. I think he would enjoy seeding you," he said. I must have smiled. He knew I was willing. "I noticed that you helped Robert too. I was hoping you might help both of us," he added.
"It was a little messy," I said.
"I do not mind mess at all," Thompson said eagerly. Roscoe opened my ass and then turned me over to Thompson. Thompson was a muscular, hairy giant of a man. He was well equipped too. Unexpectedly, he was also gentle and careful. I had a feeling he was afraid he might brake me or rip me in half. I do not think his cock was as long as the Commandants, but it was thicker. Both men enjoyed my innards and they switched positions so that each man had his turn.
I noticed that with every switch I became more accommodating. I must have relaxed. I would have thought this might be less pleasurable for the men, but if it was, they did not object. Roscoe was the first to pop his nut. When Thompson replaced him, he obviously loved my sperm filled hole. While he was obviously excited, he had considerable stamina and fucked me for a solid ten minutes before he filled me. I could feel him squirting.
He was still twitching as he pulled out. Roscoe had replenished his balls as he watched us fuck, and he returned to my ass with renewed enthusiasm. It was clear that having his friend's sperm lubricating my ass was a great attraction for him. His second orgasm was as forceful as the first.
The blacksmith then re-entered me and shot off again. By this time, sperm was drooling from my ass, and Roscoe was good enough to lick it up. This excited Thompson and he kissed Roscoe and they shared the churned man seed. I went home a happy man.
A week later, the Commandant received a letter from Marmaduke, thanking him for his hospitality. He added that he knew of several other men who might enjoy a return visit to the Academy. He added, "My friends and I share common tastes and inclinations. I must warn you that several are most enthusiastic. I think you would enjoy renewing the friendship." He listed the names of his friends. They included my friend Waverly Smith.
Of course, the Commandant replied invited his former Cadets to visit. He suggested that July 4 might be a good time to have a small reunion. That seemed to be agreeable. On the third, Waverly arrived with three friends. I was not surprised to find George Winston in the group. He shared a bed with Waverly. All of the cadets shared a bed until their final year. His other friends, Edward Fitz Gibbon and Louis LaTour, were unexpected. Edward was one of the biggest and most muscular of the students and seemed straight-laced. Louis was the finest Greek scholar in the group. He was well liked but tended to be quiet.
As when Marmaduke visited, we had a pleasant dinner and the retired to the hot springs to relax. Roscoe joined us, as did Thompson. Thompson had been making ornamental gates to the academy and he had been working late that night. Roscoe said it was just a coincidence, but I knew better.
The setting sun illuminated the room, and cast a golden glow over the steaming water and the naked men. I assumed that Waverly was less shy than Marmaduke had been, and that the sexual aspect of the gathering would be more open. Waverly went for the Commandant's cock as soon as we were naked. Edward went to Thompson immediately. I found out they had connected when Edward was a student.
George and Louis came over to Roscoe and me in the pool. "You may not know this be we provided some of the cream in the special toddy Waverly gave you once and a while," Louis said.
"Is there a full load of cream in you balls now?" I asked.
"There certainly is!" George said. "My balls are full to almost bursting. They are heavy with man seed."
"I would be glad to lighten the load, and if you are still hungry after that fine dinner, I can offer my sperm as an after dinner delicacy," Roscoe said. Soon George and Roscoe had connected and I was with Louis.
I did not know Louis well. He was always well behaved and I tended to know the more rowdy students better. When relaxed, his cock was attractive and average. Erect, it was downright impressive. His balls were average too, but in the hot water, they hung low and were weighty.
After we played for a while, I asked him if he wanted to deliver his load in my mouth or ass. He asked me which location I preferred. I told him I like it in the ass.
"I've only done it in a man's ass a few times. I like it, but I am afraid I am not very skilled," he said.
I smiled. "I have no worries about that," I said. "I have a feeling that your amateurish efforts will be more than adequate." Louis would have been a poor poker player. He glowed with pleasure at the prospect of a trip into my behind. I soon discovered that he was not as amateurish as he purported to be.
I assumed the event would mirror the interlude with Marmaduke, but it was entirely different. Waverly wanted to be fucked by the commandant and he wanted us all to watch. He was interested in oversized organs and he wanted to feel the Commandants' tool.
While Thompson and Edward had met and lusted after each other, their actual sexual experience was limited. It had been love at first sight for both of them, but Thompson would not take advantage of a boy. Edward was big for his age when he first attended the school and did nothing but get bigger. He had to shave at an early age. Thompson's mother gave birth to him at age fifteen and it had been a most unhappy family life. She impressed on her son the need to make mature decisions.
Edward was definitely a man now and there was no possibility of accusing Thompson of cradle robbing. This was their first opportunity to extend their friendship with sexual explorations. There may be situations were adding sex to a friendship may not be good, but this was not one of those.
Waverly was moaning so loudly as the Commandant pounded his ass, that no one noticed Edward react to Thompson's entry. It was love at first penetration. I thought back to my first experience with the Commandant. My ass was not virgin, but I had never taken a cock as monumental as the Commandant's organ. I did not object to being fucked, but it had not been that exciting for me. That changed when his knob rubbed my prostate. I experienced heaven for the first time.
He tried to pull out to make another thrust, and I tried to grab his member to hold it in me. He moaned. Years later, he told me that while he loved fucking, I was the first to enjoy his cock intensely. He said that doubled his pleasure. Waverly had his legs spread wide and his ass wide open. He clearly enjoyed the experience.
I hardly noticed because George was massaging my ass with his cock and I sucked Louis' manly juices from his member. After all the years of being careful to avoid sexual contact with the students, it seemed liberating to be so free and open. It was more than just being open. We were sharing out bodies. Once the Commandant unloaded in Waverly's ass, Waverly invited all of us in. It was a beautiful night.