Let me start this blog with my first true story. Kinda long though. Sorry…
So I’m in a prestigious secondary all boys school in the South of my island home. I’m in form four, 15 at the time. Both my parents worked (owned businesses) so to keep me occupied till they were able to pick me up from school they’d normally sign me up to any after school activity on the compound while I wait to head home. At the time Cadets (junior military, basically just like a youth army) was the only offering for my age.
Cadets… Doing push-ups, learning to keep physically fit, survival in the ‘wild’ or at camp, learning about protocol, geography, drill practise of marching and salutes, even rifle display and target practise. One of the requirements with any military based institution is uniform. During regular meetings after school, we’d wear a white fitted tshirt and our school trousers which were basically dress pants. If we were going to a parade, or camp out we’d be required to wear our Cadets uniform. A faded grass green colour, fitted with compartments for whatever we’d have to store temporarily.
So this story is really about our uniforms. When getting dressed our corporal was very adamant about seamless looks. Being slim at the time I usually ‘bloused’ my shirt or tshirt to give the impression of a bigger torso. The second in command, called the lieutenant, would do a check of the lower ranking privates (as we were called) to ensure we matched the standard in appearance before we went outside to be fully inspected. Lt. Matthew had just become in charge of my squad, after just excelling in his examinations for promotion. With my last name beginning with the letter V it meant I was normally the last in his check. He dissaprovingly told me my tshirt was not properly tucked into my trousers that I’d have to fix it before I left the classroom.
This new lieutenant was 19 at the time, he’d just graduated my secondary school and was in his first year in UWI — the only accredited university in the island at the time. Tall, very slender but a very visibly muscled Dougla (a mix of East Indian and African decents) with vibrant green eyes. Short, military styled haircut and the fullest pink lips manageable and still look macho. A girls dream and my envy.
I didn’t understand his critique, my shirt and everything else seemed standard. My frowned look must have hinted my confusion. He demanded I tuck my shirt in smoother against my body into my pants. I unzipped, and patted my shirt down persuading it into the trousers in an attempt to follow his instruction. It seemed I only made it worse since the tshirt would raise up when I moved my hands of it. He ordered me to come forward, visibly annoyed at what may have come across as a half-hearted attempt to follow his request.
He demanded that I put my hands at my side and not move a millimetre. He unbuttoned and carefully unzipped my trousers. I flinched, being a 15 yo virgin the slightest attention to my groin would make an erection. There it was a full blown erection in progress in my fruit of the loom speedo styled briefs peeking at the waistband. He pretended to ignore it and took the edges of my tshirt and tucked it and pulled it in through the brief all the way around. The tshirt did stay flat on my torso now almost like a second skin. He then took his hands and shoved my now throbbing erect cock down back into the briefs behind the tshirt and began pulling up my trousers. He zipped, buttoned and fastened the belt to its tightest, then winking to me, motioned me to join the ranks.
I was literally red faced! For the entire 2 hours of drill I couldn’t get the image of him touching my dick out of my head. It got worse. When we had to change back to regular school uniform to go home I realised he snapped the belt too tightly, I didn’t know if to ask a fellow junior cadet to assist and explain why I couldn’t open my own belt or ask Lt. Matthew. I asked Lt. Matthew. He said when everyone was gone he’d assist so it won’t be awkward. Which I was ever grateful for. We sat and talked for a while as if he was prepping me for the upcoming exams. When everyone’s parents had picked them up and the corporal had left Matthew asked me to follow him to the shower room in the adjacent building.
Once inside he asked me to lift my hands above my head and breathe out to make my torso smaller. He almost magically removed the belt, dropped my trousers and was removing my tshirt. When I told him, “Thanks, I could take it from here.” he silenced me with a finger on his lips. He then demanded that I only speak when instructed and obey his superior command. I was stunned. What was happening? Was this a test? Why am I so hard? Shit! He’s going to think I’m a fag!
He untied my training boots and removed them, my socks, trousers and tshirt; piling then neatly on the bench beside us. All that was left on me was my very white, leaving little to the imagination, speedo cut cotton briefs… with my hands in the air. He motioned for me to enter one of the shower cubicles. Then slowly pulled my briefs down, making my throbbing dick slap my stomach. Slowly he allowed my hands to fall to the side. He turned his attention to the shower door knob, locked it and then stared at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before, especially for your age, how often do you jock?”
I swore I’d gone deaf, I saw his mouth moving but I couldn’t process what he was saying. Without hesitation, as if my silence was permission, he bent to his knees and licked my cock and balls. I shuddered at the warmth of his tongue and felt my knees buckle slightly.
He eventually sucked me for 10 minutes or so which felt more like an hour till when the ecstasy overcame my shock… I came in his throat. Lt. Matthew swallowing every drop as he held unto my ass pulling me towards him as if he intended to swallow me whole. His face buried in my smooth skin. He then licked my balls again, spun me around and bit my left ass cheek both making me shoot clear cum at the walls of the shower.
He took off his clothes and exposed his enormous cock almost as large as my 8 inches and rock hard. He proceeded to shower me, soaping me head to toe, even spending extra time on my foreskin. He finally commanded “At ease! Richard… relax.” he soften his voice. I felt vulnerable and confused yet safe. He towel dried me, wrapped me in a towel and went to the classroom to get my bag and change of clothes with which he dressed me. My parents finally showed up 30 minutes after.
The next day for Cadets training it was deja vu. Again he helped me with my uniform and at the end… helped me get out of them and showered. Some days I came to school commando just to see his reaction. He just smiled and did what he enjoyed doing to me… Teaching me new things never to be seen in a school syllabus or Cadet training manual.
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