Educating Myself in Military School

After high school, I attended a military academy. For the record, it was not the military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was a military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents. That is, of course, if this were a true story, which it is not! But I digress.

Alright, here's the real scoop. I'm 5'10". I weigh 190-195#. I'm not over weight, but I can never quite get rid of some baby fat that hangs out in my gut and my chest. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. I've had many people tell me I look like a young Tom Cruise. As far as my equipment goes, well - I'm no porn star. Soft, the little guy is maybe an inch or two. And don't even bother trying to look for it if I've been out running on a cold day. Hard, I manage 6", maybe 6.5" I have had some guys tell me that my balls are nice, though - they do tend to be hangers.

Experience wise, before I graduated High School, my experience had consisted of feeling up a couple of girls and one hand job that lasted all of about 10 seconds before I blew my wad and ended things cause I was embarrassed. Not sure if that makes me average or in the minority - but my guess is closer to average than not.

To begin, when I graduated from High School I was straight. Maybe not straight as an arrow, but I had no thoughts of wanting to get it on with guys. Well, I will admit, when I got a chance to look at porn, there was no internet yet but I had found my dad's hidden stash). I did realize I liked the pictures better when there was a boned guy in it. I also had this recurring dream where I hung out in a room with a bunch of naked male classmates. And the couple of wet dreams I had usually involved getting a blow job from another guy.

Yet, I wasn't gay! I went out with girls, and tried to get in their pants. But I will admit, I was more interested in getting a blow job, than sliding into her box. There was one time, I even had a girl ask if I wanted to go back to her room. She asked if I had protection - I did, but I said no, cause I hoped she'd offer to blow me instead.

Don't get me wrong - I was a typical horny teenager. I jacked off at least once a day. Typically it was the last thing I would do before I fell asleep. Get in bed. Pull the covers over me. Pull my underwear down. And begin my nocturnal exploration. I'd begin with a slow caress of little Petey's head, right along the crevice below my piss slit. Goose bumps would travel over my body.

I'm cut, but the doc left some skin, so next I would grab my dick with my fist and slowly move up and down along the shaft, letting the loose skin rub over Petey's crown. With my other hand, I would grab my nuts and give them a nice message. If I was sweaty down there, I'd drag my finger through the stank and bring it up to my nose. Man, I love that smell.

It wouldn't be long before I'd start leaking. That's when the real joy started. My cock would get slick with pre-cum. I'd use my thumb to massage the fluid into my rigid head. Looking back, I'm not sure when I started this next part, but somewhere along the way I even ventured into tasting that salty snack. Pre-cum. It would make me yearn to taste the full nectar.

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OK, so maybe I should have realized that I had an interest in my own gender, but I was a teenager - being gay was not cool - especially when and where I was in high school.

I would stroke slowly until I could not help but speed up. Faster, Faster, FASTER! Until...Until...Almost...ALMOST...YES...YES...THERE IT IS - that moment we all know oh so well, RELEASE! Rope after rope of teen spunk would spurt onto my stomach.

Now once again, despite what we all see in the porn videos, I did not drape my finger through my goo and taste it. Although only seconds earlier I was hungering for it, the moment I blew my desire not only left me, but usually turned to revulsion-not over wanking, I had no shame in that-only about putting semen in my mouth.

I often tried variations of masturbation. I humped towels (even stuffed animals a couple of times - not cause I'm by any means into animals, but because they are soft and furry and felt good against my cock). I got a rubber from a gas station bathroom once to see what it felt like to put it on. I liked jacking off in new and unusual places - once I rubbed one off in the woods, once in the ocean while I was on vacation in Florida.

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