It was my second year at Birdson Military Academy. The academy served boys from sixth through twelfth grade. At 13 I was in seventh grade and starting my second year.
Birdson was a great school as far as I was concerned. It was all boys, and we were taught discipline and responsibility. We were required to wear cadet uniforms, which consisted of black pants, an olive-green shirt, a black tie, black socks, and well-polished black shoes. Our hair was to be kept short, requiring regular trips to the campus barber. Cadets were kept to a schedule and expected to abide by rules that reinforced good character, such as discipline, obedience, respect, and honesty.
As an underclassman I was referred to as a "plebe." Upperclassmen were called "cadets," even though we were all technically cadets. One of the long traditions at Birdson was that senior upperclassmen had the right to select younger cadets as attaches, or personal assistants. Being a military academy, it was expected that we first learn how to take orders, and later how to give them. I was informed that I had been chosen to assist a senior cadet named Bryan. I knew of Cadet Bryan. He was a good-natured guy who everyone liked. He was one of the academy's most accomplished cadets, excelling at everything he applied himself to.
For my first day Cadet Bryan had instructed me to come to his room on the third floor after classes. He had some tasks for me to do. Upon arriving I knocked at his door and was told to enter. He was seated at his desk, apparently working on some homework.
"Good afternoon, plebe. You're right on time. I like that," he said without looking up. Good, I thought. I'm starting off on his good side. "I have some errands for you to run, then I need my shoes polished." At Birdson all cadets learn to polish their own shoes, but an upperclassman has the option of having a plebe do it for him. I expected something like this, so I wasn't put off by it.
"Yes, sir," I said. All senior cadets were to be addressed as sir.
"Take this assignment to Professor Anderson in the West Hall. These go to Professor Hicks two doors down. When you're done, come on back," he said as he handed me the assignments.
"Yes, sir," I said again as I turned to leave. I took off for the West Hall of the school, walking briskly. I submitted the assignments to the proper professors, then headed straight back as instructed. When I re-entered his room, Cadet Bryan had another task for me.
"I need my shoes shined. Yours look good, so I assume you do a good job. Am I correct?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," I replied proudly. One thing you couldn't fault me on was my well-shined shoes.
"The supplies are right there on the bed. Thank you." And with that I sat on the edge of the bed polishing his shoes. I carefully applied the wax, gently rubbing it into the leather, then finally buffing them with a soft brush. When I was done I was happy with the results, and was sure my superior would be too.
Bryan looked over his shoes carefully, holding each one in front of his face and examining it in the light from a nearby window. "Nice job, plebe," he finally announced, much to my relief. "You do a good job with whatever you're given; am I right?"
"I try to, sir," I stated.
"Good man. You've done a good job today. I'd like to keep you on as my attache. Would you like that?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," I said again. Every underclassman was under the authority of an upper class cadet, but being selected as an attache was a high honor, especially at my age. I was thrilled to be accepted to such a position in only my second year.
"All right. Stand at attention, plebe," he said sternly. I instantly complied, my back straight, my eyes focused directly ahead, my body rigid. "There's one more thing I need from you." And with that, Cadet Bryan knelt down in front of me and began unbuckling my belt. What the hell?! I thought. He continued loosening my belt, followed by unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, which he pulled down to my knees.
I stood there in disbelief, still at attention. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but I wasn't scared. Cadet Bryan examined me for a moment, then proceeded to pull my boxer shorts down as well, exposing my naked groin to his inspection. I stood there flabbergasted yet remained immobile. I had been naked with other cadets in the showers, but never like this.
"Not bad, plebe. You've got some real potential here. Puberty's been good to you," Cadet Bryan said. And with that he pursed his lips and began gently blowing on my penis. The cool air he was emitting felt good and tickled both my member and my pubes. I tried not to move but wasn't sure if I succeeded. I was still at attention, after all. Then much to my mortification I realized that I was getting stiff! And worse yet, my young boner was pointing directly at an upperclassman!
"Don't worry," he said. "That's exactly what's supposed to happen." Huh? I thought. And at that moment all other thoughts fled my mind as Cadet Bryan, a senior upperclassman, placed his mouth on my young cock and began sucking on it! I gasped slightly, both at the realization that a higher-ranking student was sucking my dick, but also from the new sensations.
Cadet Bryan slid slowly along the length of my cock, which was four and a half inches. (I know because I measured it once.) His wet mouth would start at the tip of the head then gently yet firmly slide down to the base, pressing his nose into my pubic hair. Then he slid back up just as slowly. I found the sensations amazing, waves of pleasure permeating my dick.
After several minutes of this pleasant stimulation, Cadet Bryan began to focus on my cock head. His tongue caressed my glans all over, paying special attention to the underside where he swirled his tongue in a circular motion. This was driving me wild. I began breathing heavier, followed by panting. Eventually I was grunting under my breath through tightly closed lips, trying to remain quiet so no one would hear -- "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." Cadet Bryan was taking me to erotic heights my young body had never experienced. I had jerked off in the bathroom on a regular basis but had never experienced someone's mouth. Especially not a senior cadet.
I stood there at attention as best I could, looking down at Cadet Bryan as he slid all over my teenage pole. His head was constantly in motion as his wet mouth slowly inched me toward a good cum. And I could tell it was going to be good.
I was astonished at what I was witnessing. An upperclassman senior cadet actually had my 13-year-old plebe prick in his mouth -- and he was loving it! Then he stopped and looked up at me.
"When you cum I want you to unload in my mouth. That's an order," he said with a smile and a wink. Holy shit! I thought. Not only am I getting a fantastic first blowjob, but I get the honor of blowing my load in a senior cadet's mouth! Cadet Bryan resumed his oral manipulations of me, becoming more vigorous by the second. I could tell I was getting close, and so could he.
As he steadily increased his pace, I increased my grunting. Soon it was nonstop -- "Ugh. Ugh. Ohh. Ugh. Mmm." I felt a growing pressure in my groin and a throbbing in my penis. My young body tensed up as I began my orgasm. My head felt light and my eyes crossed out of focus as I began to shoot what felt like a massive load into Cadet Bryan's mouth. Spurt after spurt of my teenage splooge erupted from my tip, a plebe geyser, I thought. My entire body trembled as I grunted "MMMMMMMM!!!" through tightly closed lips and clenched teeth. Cadet Bryan's tongue lapped me frantically, never pausing, and never losing a drop of my sexual fluid.
Finally it was over. Cadet Bryan had succeeded in both pleasuring me and draining me. I stood there with my pants around my knees totally spent and gasping for air, my youthful rod now completely soft. "Sir, you -- you --" But I couldn't think of anything to say. I just stared down at him in a post-orgasmic haze.
Cadet Bryan looked up at me from his position on the floor. "Damn, you plebes taste good. I swear, nothing tastes as fucking good as a hot young plebe," he smiled. "All right. You can pull your pants up now." I complied, struggling to keep my balance after such an amazing cum. "Now," continued my superior, "you will report to my quarters every day after school. And don't jerk off too much. I want your cock and jizz for myself," he said sternly yet with a wicked smile.
"Yes, sir!" I said. What I thought to myself was, Fuck yeah, sir! Fuck yeah!
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