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[prestondudes]

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Brock was in the bathroom, freshly stepped out of the shower, towel loosely wrapped around his waist as he rummaged through his things on top of the sink. The mentor grabbed his set of clippers from his bag and plugged them in before begging to trim his own hair back to the short length he kept it at. He couldn’t help but notice someone else standing in the bathroom, “You’re up next” he teased, southern accent strong as he winked at the other.

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Peter had just got back from the gym when he decided to go into the bathroom and stir up a bit of trouble. The charming mentor with the recognizable southern accent was humming to himself as he dug through his bag of bathroom supplies. He checked himself out in the mirror thinking no one else was in the communal bathroom, flexing his muscles and noticing his figure in the tight grey tank top he wore. He smirked as he grabbed his hair clippers from his bag and clicked them on. Peter had always worn his hair short by choice and he usually could be found every Monday morning with his hair clippers clipping down his head and his cadets heads to regulation. He had just seen someone enter the bathroom when he asked, “Mornin’” a wide grin on his lips before he flopped down onto the nearby chair in the bathroom and patted his lap, “If you come on over n’ sit on my lap I’ll trim ya up good” he teased, his hand squeezing at his thigh as he offered the other a serious proposition. Peter was a man of simple pleasures and the thought of an attractive man on his lap made a stupid, smug grin appear on his lips.

[blcckshccp]

“christ is there no place to get some quiet here ? “ wesley snapped in a low tone as his eyes stayed trained on the page before him. currently rereading howl, he was trying to actually gain some perspective on the writing but was only distracted once again as a figure hovered over him. normally wes would of stayed in his room but there wasn’t any privacy there either. it was hard to find any semblance of peace and quiet at preston but then again it was a military academy and not a library.

[cabalpaco]

He hated to admit it, but Paco wasn’t as young as he used to be. Though you wouldn’t necessarily know it from the way he looked, he was staring down his fiftieth birthday soon, so keeping fit was absolutely crucial for his lifestyle. (Though looking hot was definitely another part of it...)

When he wasn’t working, Paco could usually be found in the gym, working out, particularly focusing on keeping his impressive ass as firm and luscious as it was in his twenties. Who said being thicc was a younger man’s game? But because of his deep, deep focus, Paco didn’t even notice someone else encroaching on his space in the empty workout room.

“Can I help you?” asks Paco, looking over his shoulder at the usurper, who could presently get a prime view of Paco’s derrière as he did some squats on the floor, those tight workout pants of his leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

[stevie-van-eyken-blog]

Stevie was sleeping soundly sprawled backwards on top of his bed. A towel lay underneath his lower body between him and the bed, but aside from that the cadet was completely naked. However, the door to his room was open, so anyone walking by could see him. He was soon waking up to the sound of foot steps of someone entering. Lifting his head up he looked at the male who was now staring at him from the doorway. He yawned before smiling still half sleep. “Hi there, is their something you need?” He asked still waking up, unphased at the fact he was exposed.

[princessxmargo]

“Dude, I can’t just give away doctor’s notes to people who want to get out of basic training,” he spoke in a rather shaky voice. True, he was known to be lax, but the rules still needed to be followed. Nick knew how prone to violence certain cadets could be, but he didn’t expect things to escalate so quickly. What started out as playful pleas soon turned into threats. Quite honestly, Nick would prefer if his face wasn’t bashed in. He didn’t have the best experience with certain boys and their fists during his childhood. Hopefully he wasn’t going to re-live such trauma. “If you let me go right now I’ll be willing to forget this even happened,” the brunette added. Nick lacked the stern appearance and firm tone most of the senior mentors in the academy possessed. He was more of a pushover compared to the others, hence why so many took advantage of him and his generosity. Fortunately for him, somebody walked around the corner and noticed the event taking place. Nick could only pray for them to intervene and do something. 

[andrehytes]

If Andre ever made it out of here alive, he was for sure disowning his parents. Emancipation was sounding real damn good right about now... even if he knew the feeling would pass eventually. It always did. Besides, it’s not like he could live on his trust fund forever. If he wanted to achieve his goals of being a big-time record producer, or an Instagram influencer, or.... something, he’d have to work for it. This place was work.

At least this place had a pretty nice pool... one he assumed was available to cadets. He always liked swimming for taking his mind off stuff that bothered him. Thinking nothing of it, he stripped down to his undies and started doing laps, not hearing someone as they entered the cavernous space and looked down on him from their vantage point. 

“If you wanna stop and stare, then at least take some pics of me... I got some modeling experience, so...”

[troublemakermilo]

A Little Drink...

It wasn’t easy, but Milo spent his life doing things he had no business doing. And after a few whispers, and some greased palms, and one blowjob for a lucky cleaning staff member... A bottle of Jack Daniels had made it to his hands. He sat in the chapel, a couple hours after Lights Out, taking a couple slow pulls of the harsh liquor. He found a fiendish delight in breaking the rules with booze, and drinking it inside “God’s House,” at Preston. Almost like adding insult to injury in his protests against his forced attendance. 

“Here’s to Preston Fucking Academy” he called out, perhaps a little too loud. “Lick my tight pink hole, fuckers,” he added, and took another swig.