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Smith kept kissing the other, needing that simple connection matching the heat as their bodies rocked together, hips grinding forward, cock against cock. Tilting his head, he let his gaze move to view their naked forms, how fucking hot they were, how good Drew felt and he smirked at the words, the whispered pleading.

"Yeah, you gonna come for me, Cadet?" He teased again, pausing his stroking but still grinding dick against dick, thumbing the leaking tip of Drew's cock before once again, slicker now, pumping his fist over them, chasing his own orgasm, not wanting to be far behind his friend. "Come with me, show me how pretty you look when you come."

Drew smiled genuinely as their lips collided over and over again. The tension between them had been growing for awhile now and Drew couldn't be more pleased that it had led to this shower rendezvous. "Sir, yes sir" he teased as his back arched slightly. He could feel the warmth of Smith's cock against his own and it was driving him absolutely wild.

"Smith, holy fuck" was all he could let out in response to Smith pumping them both. His eyes fluttered closed as he peaked and couldn't hold back any longer. Drew shot a massive load as he whirred a low whine.

#drew:smith

Preston had two reputations: a military academy, a respectable place, order and discipline; the other one, was the place where cadets got to be fucked. Felix hated that he had to be reinforcing the second one, but he couldn't let Dylan get away with it. His cock was still half hard, but it would take no time to get ready. "I'll teach you something-" he mutter through gritted teeth, before spreading Dylan's cheek and spitting on his hole. His rough fingers push the wetness in, roughly. "You're gonna learn some respect," he keeps muttering nonsense, now two fingers inside of him.

Dylan could hardly believe that this was happening. He had spent so much time trying to stay under the radar so far at Preston and now here he was half naked in the hallway spread for anyone to see. It was incredibly hard for him to resist Felix. "Fuck" Dylan let out a low moan as he felt Felix's fingers inside of him. He squirmed in delight as Felix told him he'd learn some respect, "Yes, sir" he muttered.

#dylan:felix

Sure, he was teasing him, but that was just in his nature. He loved doing that, even more with Drew, who got pissed off so easily about it all... "No," he shakes his head, frowning his brown, in a mock sadness, "Well, they do if you're a winner," he shrugs. He wasn't about to let him forget who won that tournament. He was utterly satisfied with how the story had turned out. "They didn't tell you, did they? They offered me a sports scolarship here." They were both in the same place, yes, but Kevin couldn't help being amused at how different their situations were.

Drew's cheeks were singed bright red with annoyance as Kevin spoke. He wanted to walk away, but it wasn't exactly like he had many options of places to go around here. His jaw clenched and tightened when the other told him he got a scholarship for tennis here, "Fuck off" was all he could say as the tall cadet glared at the man who was the reason why he ended up here. "Clearly no one else applied for the scholarship or something" he said with an annoyed frown. He smoothed back his hair out of his face, a nervous habit, as he looked at the other, "Hopefully your mentor is ready to deal with all of your bullshit" he grumbled.

#drew:kevin

Smith wanted to have a comeback but instead he just rolled his eyes, which were quick to drop from that annoyingly handsome face to that equally annoying perfect looking cock in front of him, so hard already and he was feeling as he licked over his lips. "If you wanted a blowjob, you didn't need to be such a prick," he said, glaring at him but bringing a hand up, wrapping around that thick shaft and stroking it once, moving the cock from his cheek and to where his lips parted, tongue extending first, to lick over anything already leaking from the tip, before descending to meet where his fingers held the base. He shouldn't have been so turned on, but Dirk was driving him wild.

Dirk looked down at the cadet and couldn't help but lick his lips. He looked so damn pretty on his knees, looking up at him and clearly sizing him up. "I don't want a blowjob" he lied as his hand gripped the back of the cadet's head, "You want my dick" he said cockily. Dirk clocked the other's stare at his throbbing cock and grinned as Smith's tongue made contact with his tip, teasing him. "Good boy" he muttered in a low tone as the cadet's fingers wrapped around him. Dirk thrust his hips forward, fucking the cadet's mouth as he grunted.

#dirk:smith

The kiss was something he had been craving for so long since his arrival, and sure it hadn't been too long, but he still needed and yearned for the warmth of another. Smith didn't want to acknowledge any of that though, not the hooking up with men part - he was great at that - but crushing on someone, not here, not now.

But it was hard, literally, as his hips moved forward and he was grinding his own arousal against Drew's with a hungry groan into the kiss, pulling him even closer with one hand while the other was reaching down to wrap around them so their shafts were belly to belly and he could fuck into his fist and against Drew at the same time.

"Needed you."

Drew had hooked up with several guys since arriving here at Preston yet he hadn't yet been this intimate and vulnerable with any. He let out a deep moan as Smith's hand grinded their dicks together. Drew could feel the warmth of Smith's cock against his as some pre appeared on the tip of his dick.

Drew kissed Smith hungrily as he moaned yet again into his mouth, the warm water of the shower washing over them. "Fuck, I think I'm gonna blow, Smith" he whispered in a low tone as he knew he wouldn't last long after being so pent up.

#drew:smith

That wink seemed more playful than the demanding, brutish jerk before him would be capable of considering everything that Smith had witnessed so far, the remains of his hair enough of a testament. Even banter after was strange, but he leaned into the touch because fuck it felt good against his buzzed hair, and kept his eyes on him. "You ruined that for yourself, asshole," he grunted, feeling the hand pulling him closer until he was looking at the older man, eye level with his dick and for once he waited for instruction, his eyes betraying him.

Dirk had a weak spot for mouthy pretty boys and Smith seemed to be no exception. His hand rubbing his handiwork on the cadet's head, Dirk had a insatiable smirk on his lips, "Pity. Should have given those locks one last go" his free hand reached down to stroke himself slowly. Dirk took in the sight of the cadet on his knees for him and his dick twitched. "Why don't you put that mouth to good use?" he asked boldly, letting his cock rest up against Smith's cheek.

#dirk:smith

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TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ Lacoste — Quentin de Briey (2025)

#dylan:visage #mirror.

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"That looks fun!" He rubbed his hands together, excited about the prospects. Out of all of the cadets in there, he seemed to be one of the very few who were actually excited about what was to come. The haircut didn't bother him, and he was fit and athletic, more than the average, so nothing of the training was scared. He was ready to conquer this as he had done with everything, most of his life. "Although I'm not sure they are having fun," he laughs, looking at the group of boys running around the track.

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He could recognize that voice he overheard anywhere. Drew was absolutely shocked to see Kevin here. His cheeks flushed red with anger at the sight of the source of most of his problems. He shook his head, "Fuck off, Ruiz" was all he could say in a low tone as he interrupted the other cadet who seemed to be talking to someone else. "I didn't know they enrolled rats here" he said with a pointed tone as he glared at his rival.

#drew:kevin

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Nate blinked as Drew grabbed one of his bags, caught off guard for a moment before his smirk widened. “Short stack, huh? Wow, straight for the jugular,” he shot back, tone laced with playful sarcasm. “You’re really rolling out the warm welcome, aren’t you?”

He adjusted his sunglasses, feigning nonchalance as he trailed behind Drew. “Guess I can owe you... but don’t get too excited, Redwood. I’m not exactly in the business of handing out favors.”

Nate let his gaze flick to Drew’s towering frame again and added with a grin, “But hey, if you’re gonna haul my stuff, I might just keep you around. Think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement—your height, my charm.”

Drew smirked at his comment, thinking it was the epitome of wit. "Sorry, I had to" he nodded his head slowly. While he was happy to help the other with his bags, he had to throw in a bit of teasing. Especially since the male was so much shorter than he was.

"Well, looks like you're going to have to get in the business of owing favors just this once" he smirked as he walked alongside the other. "Your charm?" he laughed, "We'll see about that....though, I will say there aren't many charmers around this place. You'll see" Drew warned with an all-knowing grin on his face.

#drew:nate

"That sounds nice..." he nods along, slowly, savoring every word. He's now fully engaged in the flirting: "Can you help me, then," he raises an eyebrow, and slides down an inch, and then with one hand he unbuttons his pants, "Blow off some steam."

And then, just before Dirk has time to complain about it, "You do owe me one..." If he was smarter he'd taken this further, save this card for the next opportunity, but he doesn't know how that would be useful down the road. And he didn't really think Dirk was the type to get down on his knees without a lot at stake. Plus, he was really horny, so...

When Jasper asked him if he'd help him out, Dirk raised a brow. He usually wasn't the type to get down on his knees and submit to anyone else, but he owed Jasper for overstepping with his cadet. "Dude, sure" Dirk agreed as he watched the other mentor unzip his pants.

Dirk got up from the couch and kneeled in front of Jasper, "You better enjoy this because it's only happening once because I owe you, J" he smirked as his hand fished out Jasper's dick from his underwear, stroking him slowly.

#dirk:jasper

He is now determined to do it. Right here right now. Fuck it if they are in the middle of the campus and people will see. He won't let this bratty boy disrespect him like that. "Fine." He barks out, holding him by his shoulders, and turning him around: "Pull down your pants." If Dylan wants to be fucked in public, he'll oblige. "And you better moan loud." If what he wanted was attention, Felix was about to make him the most famous hole in all of Preston.

#dylan:visage #mirror.#replies coming soon i promise!

Dylan knew that eventually Felix wouldn't be able to resist. A smug smirk crept across his lips as he was turned around by the shoulders, a whimper escaping his lips as he was told to pull down his pants. "Sure, Felix" he teased as he wasted absolutely no time pulling down his pants for the other to take him right here for anyone to see.

#dylan:felix

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« - » Isaac didn't mind the eye roll. He was used to it. If he fell apart every time a cadet had done it to him, he would have gone crazy years ago. Isaac wasn't that desperate to be an authority figure. But Isaac's deal seemed to do it, turning the cadet's attitude around. "No promises that your mentor will fall for it." Isaac shrugged. "But something tells me, Cadet, that you're pretty good at getting the things you want in the end." A statement, not a question. He didn't need Dylan to confirm it. Taking in a long breath, Isaac chuckled a little. "Well. I'll have to give you scalp exams. which usually involves you on your knees with my hands in your hair." Isaac said evenly, tone serious but the gleam in his eyes flirtatious.

Dylan nodded, "I'll take my odds" he smiled. He knew that it probably wouldn't work, but flirting with the man was a great consolation prize at the very least. A smirk formed on his lips as the man accurately pointed out that Dylan was used to getting what he wanted. "Scalp exams, okay..." Dylan ran a hand through his hair before locking his lips. "I suppose you'll have to do an exam to establish a baseline, right?" he asked flirtatiously as he sunk down to his knees. A bold move that Dylan was willing to make.

#dylan:isaac

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Nate followed Drew’s gesture toward the intake desk, his expression flickering between disinterest and mild annoyance. “Eighty percent of my stuff, huh?” He adjusted the strap of his duffel bag and glanced back at the car where his other bags still sat. “Guess they’re really rolling out the red carpet here.”

He gave Drew another once-over, his smirk returning. “And here I was thinking this place might have a height requirement. Good to know they’re an equal-opportunity academy.” Nate’s tone was teasing but not malicious as he turned toward the direction Drew had pointed.

“Well, thanks for the tip, Redwood,” he said over his shoulder, clearly amused by his own nickname. “I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing before I so rudely interrupted your, uh... stretching session. Unless you wanted to help a guy out, gorgeous..” he smirked hoping they could just get to know each other.

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Drew nodded slowly as the other mentioned the vast majority of his things would be confiscated, "That's probably an underestimation" he admitted with a roll of his eyes. He hated how intrusive the whole process felt.

"Well, the height is a perk around here" Drew pointed out jokingly, "helps me keep an eye out for the mentors" he added. His hands slipped into his pockets and he cracked a smirk when he was called Redwood. Drew was used to cracks about his height so it didn't bother him much.

"I guess I could help you out" Drew said as he grabbed one of the male's bags and slung it over his shoulder. "But you'll owe me, short stack" Drew quipped back with a wink.

#drew:nate

« - » "If anything made sense in the military, maybe there would be peace on earth." Isaac shrugged. He was starting to feel the tension of the day, just how tired he was. A lot of cadets told him the same things over and over again, and sometimes Isaac wished he could wave a wand and make it okay, but he was only a simple doctor. He could tell that Isaac had struck a nerve and he faltered a little bit. "I can try and delay it." He leveled a gaze at Dylan. "A note, your...sensitive scalp. It may work. But chronic conditions have to be treated. You'd have to come back here to me every week." Isaac shifted on his feet. "Does the sight of my ugly mug for a few weeks sound amenable, Cadet?"