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I grabbed my forehead, groaning as I sat up. Stiff all over, the signs of me being asleep for a significant amount of time were there. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around; the room around me was pitch-black, so much so that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. Below me, a soft, but stiff from age mattress was below me, simple Green sheets, and blankets, were all around me; the bed was not very large, a small twin bed at best?. "Yup, it's a bunk-bed?" I thought, placing my hand on the wooden surface above me.
Then the realization hit me.
I was at the academy! My brothers had cast a spell of sleep on me, probably the traditional 3 days of sleep that all novices at the academy are subject to on their first arrival at the academy. The purpose of this? odd tradition was quite simple. Each child had to be examined by the Augers of the three 'tribes' of the Academy? The three tribes are the 'factions' of the schools, the three founders (They themselves from two separate tribes in the ancient days) wanted to inspire competition and rivalry among the students in order to give them the incentive to achieve greatness. Housed on the Southern-end of the school, the Omega is the first tribe. Characterized by the 'Omega Will', members of the Omega are chosen for their strength of heart, their ability to preserver through difficulty, symbolized by the fire-red and silver robes they wear. Then, on the flip side of the coin, housed on the Northern-end of the academy, the Alpha is the second. The Alpha lays claim to the ambition and pride that resides in one's heart, the ideal that you, as your own being, have the power to achieve absolute greatness through your own ability. This pride is symbolized by the forest-green and dark blue, so dark it is essentially black, the colors of natural ability and the ever encompassing potential within every creature. The final Tribe of this triplet group is the Zeta. The Zeta are chosen by their propensity for the unknown, curiosity being their key trait, their colors being a single, deep shade of dark-violet.
And, as I realized from the slightly? used? sheets I was under, I had been chosen for the Alpha. If my grin was a source of light, the world would have been illuminated. The Alpha are known as the literal bad-asses of the Academy, all of the popular, attractive, talented people came from the Alpha orgins? or atleast that is how they advertised it. I sighed, looking across the room, a window on the stone wall slightly lit up the room, increasing the visibility, as the sun breached the horizon. I looked around the room, and count about 20 bunk-beds, each one with 3 beds stacked on top of each-other, a ladder on either side leading up to them. SO that made a total of 60 kids in this dorm? This was going to be one crowded experience? The sounds of others waking up and doing the same things to confirm their surroundings filled my ears, but obviously, like me, they were too afraid to leave their beds.
I wanted to make an impact, so I decided to be the bravest of the kids in my room, threw my covers off, and stepped onto the floor. I immediately regretted my decision, as I realized I was naked, and a kid in the bunk closest to where I was standing started laughing his ass off, "Gonna get a bit nippy ain't ya pal?" he laughed again, his accent was obviously someone from the Southern United States, probably Texas. I stuck my tongue out in his direction.
"Kiss my bright, white ass!" And whispered loudly in his direction, and turning around while slapping my butt. He laughed again and stick his hand out in a hand-shake motion, "My name's Ricky, nice to meet ya," he said as I grasped his hand and answered back, "Yeah, likewise, I'm Seth". I shook his hand a few times, and started looking around my bunk for clothes, needless to say, the search was fruitless. "Looks like were stuck in the buff Rick, not even a Ghet or anything." I muttered towards him.
"Ah well, can't say I'm too ashamed with how I look," he said as he jumped to his feet. The light in the room was slowly increasing as the sun rose higher, giving me a decent view of him. About 2 inches taller than me, which was surprising seeing as I'm tall for my age, and dark brown hair that was cut down to a buzz-cut. My eyes traveled lower without me realizing it, checking out the rest of his body. He was thin like me, but instead of the skinny look I had, his arms, chest, and stomach were defined with a little bit of muscle. They traveled even lower, and I had to hold back my gasp at what they beheld. Despite being 12 , all the newbies to the academy came here at 12, he had already grown a small bush of pubes over his cock, matching the same dark-brown color that was on his head. Like me, he was also cut, probably close to the same size as me, but I have no idea how to tell how big he would be when hard. My eyes traveled back up his torso and met his eyes as they traveled up my body, couldn't blame him, I'd done the exact same.
"Reckon' we go see what's up around here?" He said, gesturing the only door in the room, "My brother told me all the dorms are like this, the room leads to the washroom slash dressin' room and into the hallway, I never really understood why he called it the 'dressin room' until now," he giggled, gesturing to his dick as he started walking to the door.
"Hey, wait up!" A very high-pitched voice called from behind me in another loud whisper, coming from the bed on the other side of mine. A kid about a half-foot shorter than me and Ricky jumped up and walked towards us, holding his hand out, "I'm Zeph, Zeph Remer," he grabbed my hand and in a spazzy motion shook it, and did the same with Ricky. We both introduced ourselves, and again gave the look-over to Zeph. If I was considered skinny, Zeph would be considered bone-thin, all of his ribs clearly visible, reaching out over his belly. Short, light brownish-red hair frizzed up on his head, covered in more freckles than my brother Marcus ever had. I felt kinda sorry for Zeph as I looked lower, his little cockle was barely visible, despite the fact that he had less hair than fat on his body.
"Where y'all from?" Ricky asked us as we started walking towards the door, passing snoring kids in their bunks, we noticed that none of the other kids seemed to be up besides us. "I'm from Nevada, near Las Vegas," I told him, at the mention of Las Vegas his eyes lit up like Christmas-trees, "Must be fun partyin' over there," he laughed. I had no clue in hell what he meant by that, but I just agreed with him with a fake laugh and looked towards Zeph, "How about you?" Zeph reached down and scratched his balls while saying "New York, land of trash and rain," Ricky and I made eye contact, silently agreeing that we weren;t going to comment on the ball-scratching while making conversation.
We reached the door, and pulled on the simple brass knob. We hit a wall of steam as we entered the room, the walls and floor were made of green and white square tiles, the tiles on the floor being smaller than the ones on the wall. On the right side, another door sat in the middle of the wall, with a total of 60 lockers standing in two rows, an open doorway where the steam was emanating from, and a large towel rack on the other wall. On our left, several toilets separated by waist-high partitions, and six sinks with grimy mirrors near them. "Oh you have to be fucking kidding me," I groaned, "The toilets don't have freaking doors?" Zeph sighed in agreement, and Ricky let out his country-boy laugh again. "Ah get over it, you afraid someone's gonna see your little peckers peeing? Y'all are pussies." To make the point he grabbed his crotch and thrust at us. All three of us laughed at his display.
"Speaking of that, I have to piss," I muttered, Ricky nodded in agreement, and a crazy twinkle hit his eye. "Let's see who can piss the farthest!" he giggled, stepping into the same stall I had just stood in, making our hips touch. Trying not to be a pussy like he had said earlier, I laughed and nodded. We back up the edge of the stall, and let it go, the sound of the two streams of pee hitting the toilet as we slowly started walking backwards. Ricky's stream started slowing down and he cursed as it started hitting the floor, he couldn't stop it until it splashed onto both of our feet. "Nasty ass!" I laughed and ran to get a towel for my feet, I dried them off, and put the towel back on the rack. I gasped as the towel was sucked into the wall, and a perfectly clean one took its place.
"Sometimes I forget magic exists," Zeph laughed, "We should shower, sleeping for a few days made me smell rank!" He sniffed his pits and screwed his face up. We walked through the open doorway where the steam was coming from, which was so thick I could barely see a foot in front of me. We walked forward, not slowing down despite the warm steam that was blinding us. And all at once we fell face-first into a warm pool of water. We all surfaced, sitting down in the shallow water. "This is new, so I guess we have to bathe together too?" I pointed out as I looked around the room. There were several dispensers that were labeled "Soap" "Shampoo" and "Conditioner", wash clothes lined the edge of the pool. I waded further into the pool which eventually got neck-deep for me when I hit the edge of the pool. I yelled as something grabbed my ankle and pulled me under, making swallow some of the bathwater. I came back up sputtering, and there was Ricky, laughing his ass off a few feet away. "Gotcha!" He laughed again, eyes shut tight. Taking advantage of this, I tackled him, which led to an all-out three-way wrestling match between Rick, Zeph and me.
Feet, arms, butts and legs bumped and hit each other as we struggled to be on top of the dog-pile, laugher and splashing filling the room. At the end of it, when Zeph had grabbed one of Rick's arms and I grabbed the other, both of us dunking him into the water, the three of us panted and laughed. We were standing in the knee-deep area of the bathing pool, and I blushed as I noticed a small fact. All three of us were hard as rocks. Zeph and Ricky looked at me with quizzical faces, and then looked down at their dicks, realizing why. Oddly enough, Ricky wasn't the brave one this time, blushing a deeper shade of red than me, but Zeph was standing there laughing at us. "You two look so embarrassed!" he laughed even harder, "You two haven't sprung wood before or something?" Ricky splashed him saying loudly, "Of course we have, but I ain't never boned up in front of my pals before!"
A mischievous grin fell on Zeph's face, "So you haven't jerked off with friends before?", he reached down and started rubbing his small cockle, which was probably about 3 inches long, small compared to my 4 ? and Ricky's 4 3/4ish dicks. "What the hell are you doing?" I said, my blush growing deeper and my cock getting even harder at the act. Ricky grinned, the blush still there, "Yeah, to tell ya the truth me and my pal Robert did it a lot back home." He joined in, rubbing his dick in the same open-fisted motion that Zeph was getting into. We said nothing as the three of us sat on a raised part of the pool, are backs to the wall and our feet in the water, jerking like our lives depended on it. Ricky was on my left, eyes screwed up tight and hit mouth in a slight grimace of pleasure as he rubbed his dick, with his left hand, his right hand rubbing his balls, pre-cum making his fist slick as it went up and down the country-dick. I couldn't take my eyes off of the beautiful sight before me, sweat was beading up on his head, moaning lightly every time that his hand crossed over his very large helmet shaped head, with frenulum so tight it looked like it could cut paper if he tried to. I closed my eyes and imagined the scene with my brother, shoving his long dick down my throat. Except this time, Ricky was the one taking my innocence, pumping gallons of hot cum as he smashed his pubes into my nose, moaning and telling me how great my mouth felt. I stroked my own cock faster, until I gasped ad tried to stand-up, but was forced back down. Zeph had leaned down and was sucking on the head of my dick! I struggled for a second, but gave up and let him do what he wanted, it just felt too damn good. The kid was amazing, his tongue was constantly circling my dick, sending breath-taking sensations throughout my body, making me moan louder than a whore in heat.
Ricky turned his head and made eye-contact with my half-lidden, pleasure filled eyes, and gave me the same shit-eating grin he wore before, "Well you gonna just stare or help me out too pal?" He laughed, and pulled my head towards his, he brought his lips to mine, and he shared in my first kiss ever. The combined sensations of the wet, warm tunnel of Zeph's throat, and the electricity coursing through my lips, I had my largest wet orgasm to date. At least 5 spurts of creamy-white cum went down Zeph's throat, followed by a wetness on my thigh from Zeph cumming. Ricky pulled away from my lips and gave one last groan of pleasure, shooting cum into the pool.
A great start to my academic career!
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