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Personal Story  Part 1 (t/Real/High School/First Time/Mast)

This story contains items of a sexual nature….if anything like that bothers 
or offends you please close the page. I take full responsibility for the 
material presented and honestly assure any readers that everything depicted 
here is the actual true event as well remembered as possible. This is 
private material that would ruin my life if it was ever attached to me so 
understand that any information that seems to identify me is changed. 
Descriptions are totally accurate though and are my life's events.

Believe it or not, I have written this several times before and destroyed it 
out of concern of it being found by persons I never want to know .….with new 
locked, encrypted, removable memory, technology has made it so I can feel 
more secure. My contact information is intended for comments from others 
that may have been at the same school mentioned. I would, very much, like to 
talk to anyone else that can relate to this and actually did attend  the 
same academy ….hopefully during the same time…….46 years ago. Hotmail is the 
only way to get anything to me. You will find any other avenue of approach 
to me to be total dead ends. Please don't try. The route is through multiple 
parties and addresses, to insulate me personally but even though….. I will 
try to respond. I am revealing this as sort of a psychological venting to 
me, to hopefully get it off my shoulders and allow me some peace of mind in 
my old age. I am 59 years old now and it has been a weight on my soul all my 
life. My deep hidden inner hate of my father for stealing my childhood and 
making these events even possible… is the driving factor here. In truth I 
wish, deeply that it had not happened to me., But it did ……….

My story begins at age 13. I was an only child and had a mother that cared 
more for me than my father. My parents were middle class non-religious 
people. They cared more for their increasing wealth at that stage of my 
life, then anything else. They were good to me but I knew they probably 
wished I had not appeared on the scene for them after all, so they gave me 
more unsupervised freedom that other kids my age didn't have, unless their 
parents were the same type. I often wondered if I were really an accident.

Because of my parents attitude I was put in preschool and anything else that 
may have been available back then. This made it so I was the youngest kid in 
any group I was in, from the start of my life continuing through young 
adulthood. I was not particularly big or tall so I learned very early in 
life to act older than I really was. I would lie about my age out of 
survival in many cases and continued this façade clear to age of 21. I even 
had to come clean to my fiancé before the wedding! She thought I was 23 when 
in fact I was 20. At that point I finally took on my true age.  Believe it 
or not, I lucked out when I entered the Navy when I was 18 when I put a 
false date of birth on my entry papers. They never caught it. I became 21 
when I went into the service!! So, as you can see I was always in a 
"Catch-up" mode with the people I grew up with. My friends all started 
dating, or driving or anything else important, 2 years before I could. So, 
as you again can understand why I lost my drivers license until I was a year 
older than required , because I got caught driving without a license so many 
times when I was 14-15 years old!!! I also was arrested several times for 
curfew violations while playing in a teenage rock band. I got kicked out of 
the best rock band I ever belonged to, for being underage.

Anyway, enough complaining ……..I'm 59 now and starting to lye about that 
too!!!!! Pathetic isn't it?

I am explaining all this to make you understand why I was a pretty 
rebellious kid. I took on the "Hood" role to have any social standing when I 
was in junior high school. That made it so I was always in trouble for 
something, whether I did it or not, just because I was the "Fonsy" of the 
crowd and received blame for most things out of simple proximity and 
reputation. In truth I was constantly covering up the fact that I was a 
wimp!!!!  My parents were pulling their hair out and really did very little 
to help me learn the ins and outs of growing up. They let me burn myself in 
many ways as a learning tool. That was easier for them than being "involved" 
parents. For instance………..I was never given the "Sex Talk". I had to learn 
everything off the street and make it look like I knew it all the time. 
Because of all these dynamics of my life I was naive and very gullible. 
Rather than admit I didn't know something, I either avoided whatever it was, 
totally, or tried to act like I was "cool".

I remember an incident in 5th or 6th grade when many of my friends were 
starting to try being cool and using dirty or cursing language. One day they 
said something to me about "fucking". I had no idea what they meant and went 
ahead and said something like,  "sure…….I "fucked" her!!" I remember they 
all were laughing at me and that I ended up in the principles office for 
saying such a terrible thing! I had no idea what I had said, but learned 
about it the hard way. My whole life was made up of incidents like this. All 
in all….. a very hard childhood.

All this should explain why at age 13 my parents, mostly my father, decided 
I had to go away to Military School to get some discipline, before I ended 
up in juvenile hall. By this age I was in fact really behind in the maturity 
scale. I kick myself daily for falling for the line of Bullshit my father 
fed me to get me to go away.

My father had convinced me that going away to Valley Forge Military Academy 
was an honor! He told me how this was going to be a great school to go to 
and that I would have great fun and be able to carry a rifle and play war 
games and become an officer in the service when I grew up!!! He had me 
convinced this was going to be a once in a lifetime chance to go to a high 
class school with rich kids, and how my mother was going to go to work to be 
able to pay the high prices involved for me to attend there. This was going 
to be a terrible sacrifice for them but they wanted the best for me so I was 
supposed to be thrilled about the whole thing. I can remember the one time I 
said anything like, "I don't want to go away from home to some dumb school". 
I said that while sitting in the backseat of my father's car on the way 
there to apply for admission and see the school. My fathers stopped the car 
along the side of the road and reached back slugged me across the face with 
a closed hand! He swore like a dock worker and told me that I should be 
grateful to them for this great sacrifice and shut-up and do what he said, 
or else!! My mother just sat there and stared ahead. My face hurt and I just 
stopped doing or saying anything for the rest of the trip. When we got there 
and took the tour, I was convinced this was going to be fun whether I liked 
it or not. That day sealed my fate. At the ripe old age of 13,  I was about 
to leave home, and enter the world I knew very little about.

Valley Forge Military Academy in the year of 1960 was patterned after 
Amherst in England. Amherst was the hardest military training camp in the 
world from what I was told. They trained top flight special forces there for 
the English Army., so my little school did everything like the English did. 
I found this out only after arriving on my first day with my box of required 
belongings and a kiss goodbye from my mother.

I can remember the first day I walked into the barracks I was going to be 
living in for the next four years, like it was yesterday. It was very hot 
that day and there was no fancy air-conditioning back in those days. I was 
shown to a room on the first floor of a long barracks building. The room was 
about 8 feet wide and 12 feet deep with a military style bunk bed on one 
side and open lockers on the other. There were two desks built into the 
corners of the room on either side of the one window. The door was a heavy 
wooden door with a small 10 inch window in the top half, no locks.

It had a drab tile floor and a single light in the ceiling. I went in and 
was greeted by my roommate, Joe. I said "Hi" and sat down at one of the 
desks. Joe was a small kid with a big nose. He seemed slightly shy at first. 
I said, "Well, it looks like we're supposed to be roommates. I'm Rick. I 
come from Lancaster about 80 miles from here." Joe introduced himself and 
said, "I'm from New York and I don't really want to be here but I have no 
choice. My parents are making me come. What about you?" I said, "Ahhh, I 
don't want to be here either but I guess I'm screwed. I have no idea what we 
are in for here but maybe we can sorta watch each others backs and try 
getting along as well as we can until we know who's who, OK?" Joe turned out 
to be about a year and a half older than me…..big surprise there……..he 
wasn't much different than me as far as why we were there. I guess, looking 
back, I was lucky he was smaller than me but seemed older. We got along 
pretty well from that point on and both decided we would take things as they 
came and help each other out as much as possible. We both knew we needed to 
fit in as quickly as possible.

We started unpacking and about an hour or two after arriving and everyone's 
parents had left the fun started, and I'm being sarcastic when I say fun! 
All of a sudden Joe and I heard loud screaming out in the log corridor of 
the building. When we looked out we saw cadets in uniform screaming "PLEBE" 
at the top of their lungs. "GET OUT HERE!" After a period of confusion we 
learned they wanted everyone out in front of their room doors standing at 
attention. (we didn't know what the hell that was?) Finally we found out we 
were to stand straight up stiff and pull our chin's in and arch our backs 
with our feet together and hands at our sides……looking straight ahead. Hell 
had arrived!!! For the next several hours we were yelled at and pushed 
around by what seemed to be angry cadet officers. This was the beginning of 
our "Plebe Year". It turned out to be like West Point hazing of 
underclassmen. From early hours of the morning to "Taps" at 10 PM we were 
yelled at, and made to do all the fun things sadistic young tyrants wanted 
us to do. And if we didn't do it……well, back in those days human rights were 
non-existent. We were beaten into submission. Our days were long and so when 
evening finally arrived and lights went out the only quiet time we had was 
when we were supposed to be in out bunks sleeping. This was the time you had 
to talk about all the things that happened and how we were so screwed and 
how were we going to stand this shit!! I had the top bunk and always looked 
forward to the intimate conversation at night before we went to sleep. It 
was when you really got to talk to each other and really share what we were 
experiencing.  It was also the beginning of my entry into puberty.

Sex had not been a big thing in my life up to my entry into Valley Forge. 
Sure I had had my small beginnings at home with the girls and guys. I got to 
play doctor with the girl next door. I remember playing strip poker with my 
friends in the club house we made in the top of my friends garage. We'd get 
naked and "Goose" each other but we never actually did anything sexual. It 
was all rough housing and just horsing around. I had no idea or even 
suspicion about jerking off or ejaculation and anything else you would have 
expected. It just wasn't part of my life, and as I mentioned, my father 
never did tell me anything about anything. I remember I would get hard-on's 
and I'd get excited if I saw a dirty picture. I found some Porn in my 
fathers drawer…..stupidly, I took it, never thinking that my father would 
know. He never said anything to me so I guess he figured that was my "sex 
talk" from him and he let it go. I would play with my cock and even pee on 
myself for the feeling. Sometimes I'd stick something small in my ass and 
poke around with my fingers, but I never got close to any orgasm or even any 
precum. It was all sorta a side line nothing to me until I went to Valley 
Forge and met Joe.

I remember the first time anything happened. I was not masturbating up to 
then at all. One night Joe was moving around a lot in his bunk after lights 
out and I was so stupid I didn't realize at all, what he was doing. After a 
while I peeked over the edge of my cot and looked down. Joe was stroking 
himself under his blanket. He caught me peeking and said, "Shit, Rick I 
gotta jerk off…..OK?  You won't tell on me will you?" I didn't even know 
what he meant by "Jerk off" but as per normal I faked it and said, "Sure, go 
ahead I don't care….I just was wondering why the bed was moving around so 
much." Joe laughed and said, "I'll try to be quick…..you can if ya 
want….then we won't bother each other." I didn't know what he meant but 
said, "Nah, I'm Ok, I'm going to sleep."  With that I rolled over and stared 
at the ceiling while I felt the bed rock back and forth for the next 5 or so 
minutes. Then it stopped and Joe got out of bed and stuffed a rag into his 
laundry bin and hopped back into bed. That was it for the night and I never 
did figure out what he was doing.

This started to be a frequent event. I would peek down and see the blanket 
moving up and down and then I'd see Joe sorta moan and then wipe up 
something and then put the rag away and go to sleep. I started to fake doing 
whatever he was doing after a while. I would make the bed move and make sure 
Joe felt it and I even pretended to wipe up whatever he was wiping up. After 
several weeks of this routine one night Joe asked me how long my cock was, 
while he was doing his thing. I said, "I guess maybe 6 inches…..is yours the 
same?" Joe scoffed and said," Shit you don't have 6 inches…..I bet I'm 
bigger than you and I'm only just under 6 inches." I had still not seen 
Joe's cock. He always jerked off under his blanket so I had no idea what he 
had. Joe said, "Let me measure ya, I'll bet I'm bigger." I said, "Knock your 
self out man, andlet's see." With that challenge Joe got out of bed and 
stood up. I leaned over from my bunk and watched as he placed his thumb and 
forefinger along side his erect cock. I was mesmerized at seeing his cock 
standing straight out like a rod. He was not circumcised and I had never 
seen a cock like that. I am a circumcised straight cock.  Joe held his 
spread fingers up and said, "Get it out, let's see." I sort of reluctantly 
pulled down my covers and lay back as my cock stood up out through the front 
of my pajama bottoms. I pushed it up from its root and Joe held his fingers 
along side of my shaft. At one point he accidentally touched the head of my 
cock and I jumped. Joe said," Shit don't get excited I'm not jerkin' ya 
off…..see I'm bigger." I laughed and said, "Maybe a little…..but your cock 
is different, my head is not covered …..The skin on your cock may make you 
look bigger." Joe reached down and pulled his foreskin back to reveal a 
large red helmet, with shiny precum oozing from the tip. I thought he was 
leaking piss. Joe started stroking it right in front of me. I couldn't take 
my eyes off of it. Joe just looked at me and giggled ….then laid down on his 
cot and began stroking slowly. He said, "Quit watchin' me ya faggot." I 
jumped back and was embarrassed at my reaction. I felt Joe finish his jerk 
off and put his rag away. That night I decided I had to see just what he was 
doing down there. The next night I tried watching him but he caught me 
again. Joe laughed and said, "Well ….ya want to watch go ahead. With that he 
started stroking furiously and quickly placed his towel over his cock and 
seemed to squeeze his cock clean. I never could see him shoot. After several 
weeks of this I challenged Joe. I said, "What are you doing with that 
rag……pissin' on it?" Joe said, "Fuck you, it's my cum rag." I said, "Sure, I 
bet…..lets see you cum….. I don't believe your doing anything but peeing."  
Joe seemed sorta confused and said, "I blow a white wad every time, don't 
you?" I said' "I don't believe ya, nobody does that." Joe was sorta laughing 
at me and said, "I'll show ya faggot, just come down here and see." I was 
excited to finally get to see this "cum" he always talked about, so I 
climbed down and sat on the edge of his bed. Joe stroked quickly and I 
watched as he pinched his foreskin closed at the end and squeezed and moaned 
as he slowed to a stop. Joe said, "Get your flashlight, jerk off….I'll show 
ya." I got my flashlight and sat back down as Joe stood up in front of me, 
holding his cock with both hands.  H stood directly in front of me and said, 
"Shine your light here." He stood close in front of me and I leaned forward 
and shined the light on the tip of his cock. I could smell the musk of him 
and watched as he let go of the tip. I all but lost my breath as I watched 
what seemed like a cup of thick white cum roll out onto the rag he held 
under his cock. I could smell the strong Clorox odor and realized my cock 
was rock hard as I stared at the juice he presented. "Wow, Joe…..shit your 
right its white. Mine's not that white, but I got some too." I lied about my 
virility to Joe as he wiped his cock head clean. Joe just laughed and said, 
"Sure …..Faggot". I realize now that Joe then knew I was a virgin cock and 
that I had not cum yet.  Joe crawled into bed and went to sleep without a 
word. I laid awake for an hour envisioning that cum as it rolled out of 
Joe's foreskin. God! I wanted that, but had no idea how to do it.

The days went by and all I waited for was each night as Joe would shoot his 
load onto his belly in broad view for me to see. One night Joe kidded me and 
said, "How about jerking me off? You seem to like watchin' so much I won't 
tell anyone. With that comment he stood up alog side the cot and looked at 
the bulge in my blanket. To my shock he reached over and squeezed my cock 
through the blanket. "Pretty Hard there……take it out. Come on Fag Boy lets 
see what ya got." I pulled down my covers to reveal my stiff cock with no 
word said Joe reached over and started to stroke my shaft. I almost fainted 
at the feeling and at what he was doing. I never thought he would ever do 
anything like that. Joe stroked me gently with two fingers for several 
minutes. I was in heaven. Then Joe stopped and said, "Your turn fag boy, 
this will be just between you and me, OK. It will be fun…..you'll see."  I 
knew I was trapped. I was so horny by then I actually wanted to try doing it 
to Joe. Joe lay down on his bunk and I got down and sat next to him. Joe 
displayed his cock to me and I found it easy to reach over and grasp him 
gently. The feeling of a guys cock in my hand was hypnotic to me. It was 
soft and yet rock hard inside. His foreskin would cover and then side back 
to reveal his cock head. I was in a trance slowly stroking Joe's hard cock. 
Joe was starting to ride with my strokes and arched his hips up to meet my 
down stroke. I was really getting into it when Joe said, "Fuck I'm gonna cum 
if you don't stop." I heard myself say, "Go ahead, cum I want ya to."  
Without another word I felt Joes cock swell slightly and Joe arched his hips 
up. I stroked faster and watched as the first jet of cum shot up and nearly 
hit Joe in the face. Joe shot over and over and covered his belly and chest 
with strands of white cum. I knew at that moment I would never be the same. 
Joe moaned and said, "Fuck, Rick that was great. God I never shot so much. 
Thanks man….I'll do you tomorrow Ok? I'm beat tonight. Damn that was good." 
Joe wiped the cum from his belly and chest as I watched. The strong Clorox 
odor was perfume to me and I knew I had to be able to do that, but had no 
idea how.

This was the beginning of a four year relationship that I have carried with 
me all my life.

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