The Academy

By Michael Dee / Dudepiss4me / Palmbch

Published on Sep 22, 2007

Gay

This is a fictional story, there are many chapeters to come, so read and enjoy. 18 and over please, no re-printing with out author permission.

Chapter one

Eric

The hot, humid air was stagnant in the room, the late August mornings were hell around the Virginia woodlands. There were so many trees outside the three windows of his bedroom but not one was stirring. The thin white shears that barley covered the windows hung lifelessly waiting for a breeze to stir them up. But none would come, it was late summer in Virginia.

Eric's internal clock woke him, as it did every morning. 7:35; he didn't even have to look, his own clock never failed him. The heat and humidity made it almost impossible to sleep, and the industrial white sheets that were clinging to his naked body like sand on a child at the beach, didn't help either. He glanced up at the ceiling fan spinning rapidly above his head. It was only shifting the hot humid air from one part of the room to another. Nothing could help, not even a long cold shower.

Eric tossed the sheets aside, as his legs swung over the bed and hit the floor. His toned body was tan, this summer had been very good for him. He had been working out religiously, running, lifting weights, sit-ups till it hurt, and even an occasional game of basketball with the others. He was looking good now, 6 foot and 175 lean pounds.

His light brown hair had been cut, so it was now off his shoulders for the first time in years, and cropped neatly around his ears. Although, what he saw now looked like a windstorm had past thought it, but still, he was impressed with his reflection in the mirror. His eyes then caught sight of his morning erection, always there ready to go if he wanted to play. He ran his hands over his tight smooth chest, god had blessed him with a hairless body, past his soft nipples, down over the ripples in his stomach that he was now so very proud of, and then finally the small mound of perfectly trimmed pubic hair that seemed to glisten with the humidity. He reached for the top draw of his bedside table, and in there next to the stained hand towels was his half empty bottle of ForePlay lubricant. As Eric reached for the bottle, it dawned on him what day it was. A smile streamed across his face, he remembered that the guys were coming back today. He slowly closed the draw leaving the Foreplay where it was, making a mental note that he would have to restock his supplies. He rose and walked to the window, he stood there naked as his erection subsided, watching as the campus began to come alive.

He always thought the view was like a painting, the colors of the trees next the ivy covered red brick buildings, that all lay against the back drop of the vibrant blue morning sky, it was absolutely spectacular.

The campus of 'The Academy' was in a quad type format, trees and large shrub bushes littered the square. Five Brick houses surrounded the quad, ivy growing untamed up the sides. The grass was as green and manicured as the greens on a Scottish golf course. Situated in the middle of the quad was a statue of the Founding Father of The Academy, Thomas Moore. He stood there so tall and proud, Eric often wondered if he would approve of the new direction his house had taken.

Seaton Hall was the oldest house on Campus still standing, it was actually built as class rooms back in the late 1700 as the school began to expand., It wasn't until the late 1800 that it was converted into a small exclusive dormitory.

Eric was proud of his work at The Academy, not only was he in charge of Seaton Hall, he taught math and coached their swim team that had won the state championships four years in a row. As he looked out over the picturesque scene of the other workers readying the grounds for the new freshman, and seniors to arrive later in the morning, the memories of his first day came flooding back.

~

He couldn't sleep that night at all, he was to excited to be finally leaving the house that had caused him so much pain. Whether it was the house or the people in it was debatable, but Eric found it easier to hate an inanimate object instead of his own family.

He was the younger of the two children that Bing and Magie O'Grady reared, she had complications with the birth of Eric which stopped her from having more children. The O'Grady's ran a very strict catholic household, putting the fear of God into both their boys. The family was not rich by any means, Bing worked hard at the local factory while Magie stayed home to cared for their house and the two children.

Eric and his brother Ryan, who was two years older, shared a small room on the second floor, which was really the attic but had been converted to a bedroom, with a small bathroom at the top of the stairs. Every morning since Eric could remember, the family woke at 6 AM in order to attend mass before starting their day. Prayers before every mean, and of course the word of god before bed. Everywhere they turned the fear of God was upon them. Both boys had a bible by their bedside which at least one verse had to be read every night.

Their mother constantly preached to them about the 'sins of the flesh' even before they knew what the it really meant. Their father, who was the disciplinarian, would allow them to choose there own switches when it came time for his punishment. And if that wasn't enough, they had to go to confessional every week to report there past sins to the Priest who was not very forgiving.

Eric hated his life, if it wasn't his father hitting him, or his mother preaching about the sins of the flesh, it was his brother constantly picking on him. He didn't have may friends at school, his mother would never allow him or his brother to play any sports or games with any of the children in the neighborhood, "they were ungodly" is all she would say. So Eric only had Ryan to play with and they never did get along. Until the day his brother just changed, Eric remember that day like it was just yesterday.

It was Ryan's 13th birthday making Eric 11, nothing special was planned, they had cake with dinner and he got a new King James Bible as a gift. They had gone to bed like any other night, but soon Ryan began acting quite strange. He was on his side with his back to Eric so he couldn't see what Ryan was doing. But he was breathing funny and jerking his body in bed. Eric was about to say something when he realized what Ryan was doing.

It was what his mother had always preached about. The sins of the flesh! Eric was petrified. What was Ryan doing? God would certainly punish him! And what if he missed? Eric might get punished by God, thinking it was Ryan. He quickly pulled the covers over his head and prayed...really really hard. Ryan continued masturbating for at least 10 minutes. Finally Ryan's' body jerked hard about 3 or 4 times with his breathing erratic and heavy. But then it was over ,Thank God, was all Eric could think.

The next morning Eric totally expected to wake and see his brother with some kind of welts or scars from Gods wrath. But there were none! Which confused Eric and caused him, for the first time in his life, to question why? Or better yet, why not? Not only was there no wrath of God that night, but Ryan now masturbated almost every night and nothing ever happened to him. God really wasn't going to punish him.

Eric's life really started to change that night. He finally began to question the things around him; his parents, priest, and his beliefs. But that happens with every teenager, but with Eric it was like being released from a prison.

Chapter 2, if not already on the page, will be published shortly. Commments, concerns, or questions are always welcome. Thanks PBI-PSP

Next: Chapter 2


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