Boarding School (26 page)

“Come on, Clint. You need this and you know it.” And then Matt stroked my penis again.

“Uuh!” And with that stroke, he had me. I couldn’t resist it any longer. I gave up by leaning my head back so it could rest against the rear wall of the shower and by letting my arms drop to my sides. The control of my body was now given over to Matt. I would do nothing now to prevent him from stroking me as much as he wanted. “Uuh! Uuh! Uuh!” It did, after all, feel incredible!

For the next thirty seconds or so, the only sounds being made in our bathroom were the sounds of the water running from our shower and the sounds of my groans after each of Matt’s amazing strokes on my swollen penis. And then Matt spoke to me again while he continued to stroke me. “Clint?”

“Huh?” I was quickly on my way to a better place. “Uuh!”

“I don’t have enough strength to go all the way with you with my hand, so I want you to put that baby oil you’ve got on your dick and do me in my ass.”

“What? Are you kidding me? Uuh!”

“No, really. I’ve been thinking about what Artist said tonight, and I want’a try it again. Please, Clint. Do me in my ass.” Matt began to stroke me harder to get me to give in. “Please, Clint.”

“Uuh! No, Matt. Come on, you don’t really want me to… Uuh!”

“Come on.” Matt began to chant with every stroke.

“Uuuh! No… Ah!”

“Do me in my ass!”

“Ah!”

“Do me, Clint!”

“Uuh!”

“You need it, Clint, do me!”

“Uuuh!” This time he had me. I couldn’t put up a fight any longer. “Ok! Ok, I’ll do it, Matt. I’ll do it!” I gasped. Any willpower I had possessed earlier was now just an inconvenient memory. I then felt Matt’s hand drop away from me, and I watched him as he bent himself forward and away from me.

“I figure if I lay my arms across the cold and hot water handles like this, and I bend my knees a little and spread my legs apart, that’ll give you the right angle to get your dick into me.” Matt then got himself ready to accept my erection. I didn’t know where Matt had suddenly found the energy to stand on his own like this. Again, perhaps the cocaine which was still with us both was drawing from his last little bit of strength. In any case, there was no denying that he was serious about having me go through with this act.

“All right,” I agreed. My toiletries were in a bag which was lying on a shelf just outside the shower. So to keep the baby oil from washing off of me, I re-angled the shower head so that the water would pour down now directly onto the back of Matt’s head, and then I pulled the curtain back slightly and reached out to get the bottle I had purchased in town during our first weekend at the Academy. An instant later, I had the bottle in the shower with us and was pouring some of its contents onto my fingers. As I had learned from the leader the night he had raped me in the gym shower, I then stuck my oily fingers up into Matt’s anal cavity. Once I had him oiled up, I then poured more of the oil over my penis and stroked myself with it until I had the oil all over me and I had made my erection rock hard. I then bent my knees and guided my penis with my hand to Matt’s hole while I placed my other hand on his hip. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” I figured I’d better give Matt one more chance to change his mind.

Matt responded by reaching behind him once again so he could wrap his fingers around my penis to stroke me a few more times. “Do me,” he chanted.

“Uuh!” As before, I responded right away.

“Do me…”

“Ah!”

“Do me, Clint!”

“Aahhh!”

“Do me!”

“Uuuhh!”

“Do me now!”

“Ok,” I gasped again. I couldn’t take his tormenting any longer. If he wanted it, he was going to get it. And so I spread some more oil over my penis, and then I squared myself up and I jammed my projectile into his ass.

“Auh!” Matt reacted when he felt me enter him.

I went in easier than I had thought I would, so I continued to push myself in until my penis had disappeared entirely into my friend’s anus.

“Auhauh! Ugh! Ah!” Matt worked to get comfortable with me inside of him.

“Are you ready?” I asked. The time had passed for giving him the option to quit. I was inside of him now and I was liking the way it was feeling.

“Ah!” he gasped. And then he took three quick breaths. “Hhhh! Hhhh! Hhhh! Ok,” he said as he sounded out of breath. “Go for it!”

And so—so help me—I began to rape my roommate. Every time I’d pull back he’d sigh, and every time I’d thrust in again, he’d cry out. But after a little bit of time had passed, he got used to me, somewhat, and then it seemed as if he was trying to enjoy me. And I think from then on he did enjoy me.

“Ah., ok…that’s auhauh! feels ok… yeah… ouw! oh… ok…”

I hated to admit it, but it felt fabulous to be up in Matt’s ass. And when I finally ejaculated into my friend, and after I had pulled myself out, I felt utterly satisfied and grateful that Matt had insisted that I rape him. At the same time, I wondered how Matt was going to judge our encounter.

“Well…” Matt started to speak as he stood up and placed his backside under the water to rinse himself off one more time. He then looked at me and smiled as water dripped from his chin and ear lobes. “Artist was right!”

* * *

Daylight! Reality presented itself with a vengeance the next morning. As soon as my eyes were open, I found myself confronted by a cascade of emotions which were not going to let me off the hook. The biggest of which was embarrassment! It wasn’t so much the embarrassment from being made to perform blow jobs while everyone watched and cheered me on. As humiliating as these experiences always were, I had already learned to deal with my feelings in these situations. No, I was embarrassed over my inexcusable behavior with my roommate while we had been in the shower the night before. I felt guilty for my breach of his trust and I believed that my sexual dalliances with Matt were unpardonable.

Matt had been in serious trouble last night and it had been up to me to help him… not help myself to him. So where in the world had the idea come from to shove my erection up his ass? That was not something I had ever aspired to do. And of course, the answer was obvious. Matt and I hadn’t just been groomed over the past few weeks for this kind of sex. We had been indoctrinated. We were now sexualized to the extent that behaviors like last night were just occurring in us naturally, and I found it disturbing as hell to realize this.

There was also no doubt in my mind that the high levels of cocaine in our blood streams shared, in equal portion, in the blame for last night’s shower orgy. Never in my life had I felt myself in such a constant and extreme state of horniness. It was as if Matt and I had been compelled by the drug to quench our sexual appetites by any means we could find. And frankly, I suspected that if either of us had found ourselves in the shower with a golden retriever instead of a roommate, we would have found a way.

I was beside myself with shame. Despite my understanding now of how we had been manipulated by the upperclassmen to engage in the sexual acts we were now guilty of having committed on each other, I still felt awful over what I had done last night to my friend. What, I wondered, was I going to say to Matt once he was awake? How was I ever going to be able to face my friend again? I couldn’t bear to think that I had taken advantage of him for my own selfish gratification at a moment when he really needed me to take care of him and look out for his best interests. How in the world was I going to get past this?

“Clint?” Matt spoke.

At first I didn’t know how to respond—or for that matter, even if I dared to. “Yeah?” I decided that I couldn’t ignore my friend. That would only make things worse.

“Are you awake?” Matt sounded tired.

“Yeah… I’m awake, I guess.” I was holding my breath now in anticipation of my roommate’s wrath.

“Thanks.”

Of all the words I was expecting to hear just then, this hadn’t been one of them. “For what?”

“For getting me back here last night and for getting me cleaned up. I never would have made it if you hadn’t been there to help me. Who knows? They might have left me there all night long. I could have died for all they cared.”

I then turned over in my bed and looked at Matt. “Yeah, but then I…” I couldn’t find the words. “I… I fucked you.”

Matt saw how I was struggling, and he smiled. “Oh, yeah. You sure did.”

“I know, and I shouldn’t have. You were weak from what they had done to you and I… I should have been stronger. I ‘m sorry, Matt. I shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“Are you kidding? Clint, I wanted you to. Hell, I made you fuck me. You know, you needed a release last night just as badly as I did. And you had done so much to get me back here safely and to get all of that mud and crap off of me, I figured it was a way I could pay you back right away. So I’m glad you did it.”

“You’re glad?” I was relieved that Matt was being so kind to me, but this still didn’t seem right.

“Well sure. After all, I got something out of it too. Remember? I told you that Artist was right.” Matt then smiled again.

“Oh yeah, you did. Did I really feel good to you when I was in there?” After all, a guy likes to know these things.

“Well, there were a couple of times when you shoved your dick in me so hard, I thought my eye balls were gonna pop out of their sockets. And I think maybe I need some more practice so I can get more used to it but… yeah, I’d say overall, you did feel pretty good.”

“Really?” This whole conversation had suddenly become astonishing.

“In fact, if it doesn’t bother you too much, sometime I might ask you to bone me again.”

“Well…” Now I
was
surprised. What a difference two and a half weeks had made. “Let’s, maybe talk about that some other time, ok?”

“Yeah, ok.” Matt thought for a moment and then continued to speak. “Clint?”

“What?” I answered. I couldn’t wait to hear what Matt was going to come up with now.

“I can’t get out of bed.”

“What do ya mean?” This made no sense either.

“I mean, before you were awake, I got up and went to the bathroom, and I was barely able to make it back to my bed—I was so tired.”

“Really?” I began to think of why Matt would feel so drained of energy this early in the day. Surely the… liberties I had taken with him the night before, hadn’t sapped his strength
that
much.

“Yeah, and every so often now I’ll try to sit up, but the most I can stay up for is only about thirty seconds. Then I have to lay back down again. What about you? How do you feel this morning?”

“Fine, I think—other than this giant headache and a queasy stomach.”

“Yeah,” Matt added. “I’ve got those too.”

I also needed to go to the bathroom, so I pulled the covers off of me and got out of bed. Neither Matt nor I had bothered to put on any clothes after our shower the night before, and this morning I discovered that I no longer felt self-conscious about walking around naked. We had both spent so much time in the buff around others over the past few weeks, it just no longer seemed to matter to me anymore who saw me undressed. “I’ll give it a try,” I said once I was on my feet. Immediately then, I walked straight out of our room and into the bathroom across the hall. “Oh shit!” Another first. In my entire life I had never before felt what I experienced then. When I closed the door to the bathroom behind me, it was as if all of the strength in my body had suddenly vanished. If the toilet hadn’t been there for me to sit down on, I would have collapsed right there on the floor.

“Clint?” Matt called out when he heard me curse.

“I’m ok, Matt. But I see what you mean,” I called back. And then I didn’t want to use up any more of my energy by yelling.

“Can you make it back?” Matt called again.

“I don’t know!” I responded weakly. “Give me a couple of minutes.” Since I was sitting in the right spot, I went ahead and did my business, and then I remained there on the commode for a few minutes longer with my head between my knees. Eventually, I reasoned that I couldn’t spend my day sitting there, so I decided to make an attempt to get myself back to my bed.

I figured that being upright was the thing that would wear me out the fastest, so I decided that once I was standing, I would move as swiftly as I could. “Here I come!” I called out to Matt.

“Good luck,” came the response.

With grit determination, and after taking in a deep breath, I stood up, threw open the bathroom door and then raced back into my room. When I made it to the chair at my desk, I wanted to stop there to rest, but I forced myself to keep going until I collapsed utterly drained onto my bed.

“Ya made it!” Matt sounded relieved for me.

“Barely,” was all I had the wind to say in response. It took a few more minutes after that before I was able to move myself around enough to lie down properly in my bed again. And when I had finally managed to pull my covers over me once more, I discovered that I felt relieved because, among all the other strange things that were happening to me this morning, I was also finding it hard now to retain my body heat. “What the hell is going on with us?” I blurted out in frustration.

“I don’t know, Clint. Try sitting up now.”

“What, do you like to see people struggle?” I asked as I shivered under my covers.

“No, I mean it. I’m up to forty-five seconds now. When I started trying I could only sit up for ten seconds before I’d have to lie down again.”

All of this seemed so impossible to me. “All right,” I agreed. I then pulled my body into a sitting position and I resolved to stay this way for as long as I wanted. But ten seconds later, I had collapsed, drained again of all of my energy. “Jeeze! What is this?” I gasped.

“I don’t know,” was still the only answer my roommate had for me. We then spent the next few minutes lying quietly in our beds, just waiting to feel the energy return to our bodies, when Matt finally spoke again. “Maybe if we ate something?”

“No, I’m not really hungry. And I’m not even sure if I could keep something down right now anyway.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Matt then thought for another moment, and then in a more serious tone, he spoke once more. “Clint?”