Boarding School (23 page)

“We’ll hold here,” the leader called out, as he sounded once again like a military man.

“Ok, now just stand still for a while,” a voice close by me said. It wasn’t the guy who had been guiding me who spoke, so I figured it had to be the bigger kid who had been leading Matt.

“Ok,” Matt replied.

Good!
Now I knew, at least, that Matt was standing nearby. Soon after that, the others seemed to gather in more closely around us and begin to converse with one another. The bigger kids just ignored Matt and me, but in a minute heavy paper cups were placed in our hands and we were told to drink what was in them. It turned out that Matt and I had each been given our fourth gin and tonics for the evening. After walking to this place, I was ready for another drink, so I downed mine fairly quickly and it seemed to me as if Matt wound up doing the same. Apparently someone had brought a thermos of them or something, because it sounded to me as if everyone around me was drinking after a while.

And so I found myself at one of the strangest cocktail parties I had ever attended. Matt and I stood blindfolded, talking to no one, while all who were around us carried on as if everything on this night were perfectly normal. And five minutes later, the only changes that could be heard were the sounds of Matt and me sniffing up the remnants of the two new lines apiece of cocaine which the bigger kids had just given to us. Then a few minutes later, around the time the new gin and the new cocaine in my system were coalescing to dull my brain and excite my loins to levels I had never before experienced, I could hear the others around us snorting up their own portions of the drug. It was also at about this same moment when I came to understand for myself that everything I had heard in the past about how cocaine makes people who use it feel super horny was true. I was now aching for sex and I didn’t care who or what they were going to make me have it with—I just knew I had to have it, and I had to have it right now! And finally, when I was about to explode and ask out loud why the hell we were here, the leader began to speak again.

“Ok, let’s get started.” He knew that we were both now stoked from the cocaine and ready to perform any sex act they wanted from us.

I wasn’t sure but, when I focused just then on what the leader was saying, I got the impression suddenly that more people were now with us in this field. But there was no time for me to consider this new idea because as soon as the leader had spoken, hands were grabbing at my belt and zipping down my fly. A moment later these hands had succeeded in pulling down my pants and my underpants so that both garments could lie useless around my ankles. “Lean forward and put your hands on my back,” a voice instructed me. I did as I was told. I placed my hands along the undershirt-clad back of an upperclassman who had bent over in front of me, while his hands helped me out of my pants, underpants and flip-flops. Once they were finished with me, I heard the bigger kids then put Matt through the same routine. A moment later, we were both standing in the middle of this field, in front of who knew how many people now, drunk, high and naked from the waist down. Whatever it was that the upperclassmen had in store for us on this night, it was quite clear now that things were about to begin.

“Ok, little guys, lay down on the ground,” the leader commanded. Matt and I did as we were told and lay down on our backs. I was glad that I had been allowed to keep my undershirt on because grass always made my skin itch. It’s never seemed to bother me that much to have grass against my butt or my legs, but it has always made my back uncomfortable. “Ok, guys. Pick ’em up.”

Somebody then reached down and rolled me over onto my stomach. “Wo!” Matt called out as two sets of hands grabbed his wrists and his ankles and lifted him up into the air.

“Hey!” An instant later I had left the ground as well. We didn’t know it yet, but our field was adjacent to a yard and a house which had been closed down for the winter. Somehow the upperclassmen had managed to get the water at this house turned back on and for the past three days or so had been letting it run through a long garden hose out into a deep and thick patch of mud which measured about fifteen feet square and sat menacingly along the eastern edge of our field. Then, at around noontime on this day, the bigger kids turned off the water and allowed the sun and the late summer heat we were having to bake the ingredients so that by the time we arrived, the area had become a soupy sloppy mess.

“Ok now… we understand that you two love to be given blow jobs.” The leader was sounding a bit over animated by now.

A general clamor of laughter then rose from the crowd in response.

I was being carried prick down across the field to a destination which I assumed had been picked out ahead of time. But with my blindfold on I had no idea where they were taking me or what was going on at this moment. “So tonight we’re gonna sixty-nine you two so you guys can give each other blow jobs at the same time. Ha ha,” the leader then laughed along with the others.

We ‘re gonna what?
I wondered. And then before I had a chance even to speak, I was placed face down onto someone’s stomach and my legs were released into some sort of a cool mushy substance.

“Clint, get up on your knees and elbows, man. Your dick’s in my face.”

It was Matt. They had placed me on top of Matt. I realized, then, that they must have laid my roommate here on his back first. Immediately I did as he asked and planted my knees and elbows into the ooze so I could lift myself slightly off of my friend’s body. And as I did this, I realized that Matt’s penis was pressed up against my face as well.
Sixty-nine? \
thought.
When both numbers are placed together, they look like the same number with one of them inverted. I get it. Matt and I are now sixty-nined.

“Ok, you two… take each other’s dick into your mouth and start giving each other a blow job. And you guys can’t leave here until each of you have cum. So get going!” The leader’s speech was sounding a bit slurred by now from the gin and tonics I figured he was enjoying.

Mud! I could smell it now, it was mud they had stuck us in. And considering how much of a struggle I was finding it to move in this stuff, poor Matt must have been sunk about halfway down.

“Come on, boys,” the head waiter then yelled. “Start suckin’ on those dicks!”

Oh shit!
I thought as the reason for why we had been positioned this way finally sunk in. Matt and I had been worried that something like this was going to happen, ever since that morning a week earlier when we had awakened in my bed together. Instantly though, I felt Matt search for a moment with his tongue and his lips, and then I felt him take my penis into his mouth. As soon as he had me, Matt began to swirl his tongue around my crown and slide it up and down my shaft, and I found myself surprised to notice that right away my penis was beginning to swell. In fact, my roommate was doing such a terrific job on me, I was actually finding it hard to continue to move.
This kid’s got real talent,
I thought to myself. And then I realized that the cocaine in my system was probably causing me to respond so profoundly to Matt’s stimulation.

Some might wonder, I suppose, why by this time we were so willing to engage in activities which we obviously knew were so wrong for us. I’ve thought about this question for years and the best I’ve been able to figure is that behaviors which run counter to our ideals of right and wrong in the regular world, overtime can become acceptable and even thought of as normal when practiced on a continual basis within an environment which is effectively cut off from the rest of society. These bigger kids had complete and unrestricted access to us around the clock and there was no one, apparently, available who could stand in their way. And we were very clearly isolated now from the lives we had known before we had arrived at the Academy. So under these conditions, it seemed perfectly “right” to us to fall into line with whatever the upperclassmen demanded of us, which included, on this particular night, an oral sex orgy between the two of us.

“Come on, Clint, find Matt’s dick and go down on him, man,” some older voice hollered at me.

It sounded to me now as if the entire crowd of them had circled around us. But spurred on more by the newfound enthusiasm that Matt was showing toward me, I began to search for my friend’s penis with my tongue and lips. A moment later I had found it and so without any more delay, I took him into my mouth. By this time in our training, I had hosted so many penises, the idea of going down now on Matt no longer struck me as strange or wrong. It was a little surprising, I guess, but I discovered at this instant that Matt’s penis felt to me like any other penis—only a bit smaller since we were both younger than the others. So right away I began to rub my tongue against his skin in the same way he had been doing for me and in no time, I could feel Matt’s penis growing in my mouth.

“Let’s go, Matt,” the head waiter called out. “Really work him.”

And so Matt really did. Almost instantly I found myself wanting to just be still and hang there quietly so I could fully enjoy Matt’s efforts to get me off. “Come on, Clint,” the leader yelled. “Don’t let him get ahead of ya. Work him hard.”

And so I did. And before long we had each worked the other’s penis into a full erection.
This is nuts,
I thought. This whole activity now seemed like a sporting event where Matt and I were the objects of the crowd’s involvement. The bigger kids were now shouting and cheering at us constantly.

The leader then spoke to the crowd. “Ok, guys… hold it, hold it down for a minute!” He then addressed himself to us once the clamor had died down. “Ok now, you little guys stop going down on each other for a moment and get the dicks out of your mouths.”

I then could feel my penis set free like a projectile from Matt’s mouth, so I did the same with his.

“Ok now, I want you two to hug each other and roll over so that Clint will be on the bottom and Matt will be on top.”

Since we had been taught to obey, I dug my arms down into the mud until I was able to wrap them around Matt’s bare butt, and when I felt his arms around mine, I strained to pull us over. A moment later I felt my entire backside plop down hard into the thick and gooey mud and as Matt settled himself on top of me, I could feel the back of my head sink down a ways into the mess.

“Ok, now take each other’s dicks into your mouths and keep going down on each other until you both cum.” The leader sounded so pleased by what he was making us do, he was almost giggling now.

When Matt and I landed together in our new positions, I had felt his hard wet penis slap against my cheek just as I had felt my own penis hit him in his face. Neither of our penises had moved away from our faces when the leader gave us his order to resume, nevertheless Matt had me in his mouth and was working me before I could get going on him again. But in another moment, we were both fully engaged in our attempts to get the other to ejaculate.

“At a boy, Clint,” one of the upperclassmen called out. “Give Matt a good one.”

For a while then, this was the scene. Matt and I tried to please our masters by lying in the mud and working hard to please each other. And I suppose the cocaine also gave us both hair triggers because in a short while I could feel Matt’s penis throbbing between my lips as his semen was released into my mouth. And then about the time I could feel the tension leave my friend’s body, I lost control and emptied myself out into his mouth.

“All right!” the leader shrieked. “You guys are really close friends, now. Remember, friends always swallow friends’ cum.”

And so we did. Now, besides being roommates and friends, Matt and I were sex partners. It hadn’t been something that we had wanted, but it seemed to be a dimension to our relationship which we both now had to live with. And then before we had a chance to absorb the full impact of what we had just done to each other, I felt Matt’s body lifted up and away from me suddenly as hands grabbed my wrists and ankles at the same time. I was then lifted into the air, spun around so I could be pointed in the opposite direction, scooted over to my left a bit, and then plopped on my back into the mud again. Matt was deposited on his back in the mud just next to me to my right. Immediately after we were settled again, hands then began to shovel mud onto our bodies to cover us over completely.

“Ok, now… we’re gonna keep your faces free of mud, but the rest of you we’re gonna bury. We want you guys to think of yourselves as part of the earth now, and as soon as you’re done, each of us here are gonna come by and plant our seeds in ya. Ha, ha, ha.” The leader then led the rest of the crowd in even more laughter.

As mud continued to be heaped onto my body, other hands tied ropes around my wrists and then pulled my arms over my head, spread them apart, and then staked them down into the mud. Once my arms were immobilized, I felt ropes then tied around my ankles. My legs were then spread apart and staked down in the mud as well. With my movements now restricted, mud continued to be pushed onto me until my legs and arms had become just as hidden from view as the rest of my body.

“So how are we doing here?” I heard Artist ask me as he knelt down next to me and slopped a bunch of mud into my hair.

“I don’t know, you tell me. What the hell is all of this about?” For obvious reasons, I was becoming terrified over what was being done to me.

“Well, there’s no reason to be afraid. I ‘m gonna do a little mud sculpting on you to get you ready, and then you’re just gonna give blow hobs to any of us who happens to come by to shove a dick into your mouth. And then when we’ve all been serviced by you two, we’ll let you both go and you guys can go back to your room for the rest of the night. Ok?”

“I guess.” It wasn’t as if I had any choice in the matter, but I was grateful that Artist had been willing to clue me in. So I settled in to become a mud sculpture, or a part of the earth, or whatever the hell it was that they were wanting me to be for them.

“Now you’re gonna find out how I got my name,” Artist revealed.

“Ok.” I was ready to learn. I then felt Artist slop more mud into my hair, and he kept doing this until he had my hair completely saturated. Artist then spent about a minute shaping the mud so it would look pretty much the same as my hair usually did—with bangs and over my ears mostly.