Pedophiles At School

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Part 3

Mark felt so proud walking with his mentor through the halls away from the Stage 1 barracks. The night duty officer smirked when the teenager with the bulge in his pants escorted his pajama clad plebe past his desk. Under his breath, he mumbled, "Jody sure isn't wasting any time. Guess he likes chicken meat." Then audibly, "Cluck! Cluck!" Jody ignored his fellow cadet's sneers, and led Mark through the Stage 2 barracks, into the area reserved for the upper school. Jody opened his door and escorted his young neophyte into his own room. Three other fourth form lads looked up from their desks. "Men, I'd like you to meet Mark. Mark, this is my squad. That's Lefty, that's Chauncy, and the ugly one there is Vance."

"Hey, watch who you call ugly, pockface!"

"Shut up. Mind your tongue. We have a guest."

"We also seem to have a stiffy, Jody." Through his snug uniform, Jody's erection was obvious to all.

"Yes, and Mark is here to help me take care of that." Now he had his roommates' complete attention. They turned in their chairs to watch. "OK, Mark, you say you're the pro. How you want to do this?"

"Hehe, you just stand there, Jody. At ease, hehe." Mark knelt on the floor in front of his mentor. With no hesitancy, he undid Jody's pants and slipped them down to his knees. There were the teen's regulation briefs very wet in front which made the outline of his boner visible. As Mark gave the moist fabric a few licks, the roommates were beginning to rub their own crotches. Mark looked up and smiled at his new friend. So many times he'd been in this position, with Pops, the "uncles" in the network, the "daddies" aboard the Pedodam, and lately the Pastor. He knew how to make guys happy. He pulled the waistband of the briefs out and carefully lowered it. The engorged cock snapped forward and pointed at his sweet young face. The roommates now had their flies open and were beating off wildly.

Masterfully, Mark wrapped his boyish mouth around the shaft and began to suck. Jody moaned in delight. He'd never had a better blow job. He took his protégé's head in his hands and began to fuck his face. "Oh, yeah, shit, that's perfect." He felt Mark's little hands on his exposed ass. "Oh, fuck, Kid! I'm gonna cum real soon. Damn it. I gotta pull out. Lefty, throw me a cum rag."

But Mark had other ideas. He held on to the ass tight and shut his eyes. He wasn't going to let this piece of meat get away. In moments, Jody's promised cum began filling his mouth and throat. Expertly, he swallowed each load. One after another, Jody shot his wads into the boy's mouth. When he finally stopped, he looked down at the sweet angel glued to his manhood. "I don't know who taught you, Mark, but you're one damn champion cocksucker."

Mark opened his eyes, slowly let the cock out of his mouth and gave Jody a big creamy grin. Then he looked to his sides and saw three more teen cocks primed and waiting.

By the time Taps was played, Twentythree hundred for the Upper School, Mark was lying in Jody's bed. The roommates were in their own beds but noone was too sleepy. All five cadets had showered,--Mark took a second shower with Jody,--and none were wearing their PJ's. Mark and Jody were smooching while jacking each other under the covers. Jody was mentally thanking Major Folsom for assigning him to be this boy's mentor, and Mark had already decided he was going to like life at the Academy.

At O-five thirty, Mark felt someone rustling him. "C'mon, Champ, we got to get you back to your own bed before reveille." Mark opened his bleary eyes and saw his mentor, fully dressed in uniform. He slipped on his PJ's, robe and slippers and paddled beside him back to his room. The rest of his squad was fast asleep. Jody tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and whispered, "See you in a few minutes, Champ."

Jody continued to hover over his mentoree for the next four days, making sure he always knew where to be and what to do. Each morning, as soon as the first few notes of reveille blared from the PA at 0-six hundred, Jody would burst into Mark's room with Brian at his side, both shouting for everyone to rise and shine. Mark would greet his mentor as if it had been hours, not minutes, since he'd seen him. The kids would dress quickly and hustle down for first mess which began promptly at 0-six thirty. Jody made sure "Champ" ate a good breakfast. Then they went back to the barracks to wash, brush their teeth, straighten their quarters and prepare for inspection before class started at 0-eight hundred. At eleven forty Jody would be outside Mark's classroom to escort him to second mess, and again at fourteen-o-five when classes were over to get him to his afternoon activity, whether it was swimming, a ball game, drill, or whatever. Third mess was at eighteen-hundred, after which Jody sat with Mark and reviewed his school lessons. Then before Taps, he'd appear one last time at Mark's room to escort him back to his room for the night. Olin was jealous because Brian did only a cursory job of mentoring him.

When Jody was promoted to Captain midweek, he said it was because Mark was his good luck charm. Mark relished all the special attention. Other cadets in the upper school, guys he never met, were starting to call him "Champ." His reputation was spreading. Inevitably someone on the faculty also began to hear rumors.

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