36 Weeks
By
Donna. Z.


Hello, this is Donna Z.  This story is a radical departure from
my usual theme, and deals with the trials of a young man at a
private school, and what he did to preserve his sanity in a
cruel, cold place.

This is a work of biographical research done with the full
cooperation of the main character of the story.  Names, initials,
and locations have been changed at the request of the lead
character.  As always, this story is copywrite 2005 to Donna Z,
and is posted for free enjoyment by the reader.  Please don't
steal it.

However, I could not pass up the opportunity to take part in this
most personal part of the biography of an interesting man who
survived a childhood that would have driven others insane, as I
see it.  It is hard for me to imagine how close many young people
come to a real-life “Lord of the Flies” situation in private
schools, and how resilient some of them are in resisting the
insidious sadistic cruelty that can spring up, or how unusual
some of the solutions to the misery of a harsh school can be.

Story elements:  m/m teens, cons, rom, oral, very mild anal

“In an upside-down world, one must think inside-out, in order to
remain right-side up.”


September 1964:

S felt the sadness of having to return to 36 weeks of drudgery at
the academy nestled in the Pennsylvania woods.  Like so many
others, S would be abandoned to the bleakness of the aging
buildings, and the less than tender mercies of other boys who
were now the cadet officers and “in charge.”

This would be S’s sixth year in the little hellhole that his
folks thought “might do him some good.”  But in reality it was a
dump for children exiled from civilization.  For some boys, the
academy was a sort of early “scared straight” program.  For most
of the others though, the place was a “warehouse” where busy
parents, who didn’t have the time for junior’s hormone induced
craziness could relegate the little cretin while having that warm
and fuzzy feeling that comes from, “doing something good for
sonny.”  In S’s case, he was simply out of the way, allowing his
aging guardians to have some peace and quiet in their declining
years.

After six years, S was no stranger to the boredom and horrors of
that place.  He had learned early on before his twelfth birthday
that the way to overcome the bleak existence was to turn off his
brain, and keep his mouth shut, and keep out of the way of the
“officers.”  There was an inner defiance in S that kept him from
becoming like so many others.  S would not trade his soul for
stripes, nor trade his knowledge that there was far, far better
in life than what the academy tried to beat into his head. Just
over the north hill and beyond the horizon, in the direction that
led to his home, was where S would truly get his start in life.
His start would not be from this pit of despair.  The beginning
would be after completion of this “season in hell” S found
himself in.

Without grand hopes beyond getting from September to June with a
minimum amount of bumps, bruises, and private anguish, S watched
sadly, yet angrily as his folks drove away, as they had for 6
Septembers in a row now.  There would be a reckoning for this one
day, but not now.  Now there was only the need to endure another
year at the academy.  It was the military nature of the school
that made the place hard to tolerate.  Scholastically, the
academy was alright.  The education was good if the conditions
were not the best.

Settling in with well practiced efficiency, S was amazed that he
had a better room for this year.  Usually he was sent to live
down in the ratty, and hard to keep clean older part of the
building.  Someone had given S a break.  That was scary in S’s
mind.

“What would “they” want in return?” he thought to himself.

That was a very real concern in that place, for everything seemed
to happen in “quid pro quo” fashion.

S’s roommate seemed OK as far as first impressions go.  The
roomies name was L.  He was a new boy.

L was a lanky, athletic looking, yet a bit dull-eyed, innocent,
whiter than white boy, from a New Jersey suburb, who was a few
months older than S.  Like S, L was in his junior year of high
school, but was already sixteen, and nearing his seventeenth
birthday.

S recognized the dull eyed look right away.  L was homesick and
trying not to look scared at the same time.  How typical.  There
was little new in the incoming roster of “new boys.”  S had seen
it all before.  The looks, the nervous smiles, the bewilderment,
and the private fright, told S all he needed to know.

S introduced himself and helped L make up his bed and get his
clothes stored in the manner the academy demanded of the cadets.
S was not a favorite at the school, and was considered a weirdo
and “idiot.”  But S was no idiot.  S was a high honors student,
who was screaming for expulsion from the academy, yet S knew that
this would only make things worse for himself at home, and so did
the administration.  He was stuck, left in the Pennsylvania woods
to rot like a fallen log.

S spotted that L was a good kid, but from a really sheltered
background.  L showed that he was not cool, nor especially
bright, but not stupid either.

The very first night, as L got ready to take a shower, S noticed
that L had a good body, nice buns, and a quite sizable penis that
was not circumcised, which seemed unusual for a Jersey white boy.
 S also noticed that though L tried to be modest, he was used to
people looking at him, and apparently was a tad self-conscious of
his sizable endowment.

“Hmmm, I wonder if this guy will fool around.” S thought to
himself.  “He’s going to attract attention, and he sure has
mine.” S continued.

S was no stranger to playing around with other boys, and this was
a part of his bad reputation.  For S. the matter was not one of
desire for boys over girls, by no means.  The academy was a place
where there were no girls, period.  The nearby town had no real
selection of willing girls, and those boys who did “score” with a
local girl were very few and far between indeed!  S loved the
closeness of another naked human body near him and since seventh
grade,
had not been a stranger to penis sucking.  S felt no shame
whatsoever at having sucked the semen from some 15 different
boys, and among these boys, he had sucked some of them many, many
times.  S was not proud of his “accomplishment,” but this was
the “academy,” there was nothing else of an intimate nature one
could do besides visit “Rosie Palm and the five sisters,”
complete with the loneliness that comes with this activity, or
“corn holing” which was something S did not like to give, or
receive. The corn hole lovers were hard-core, full time queers.
There were very few of them at the academy.  S was an “academy
queer,” and there was quite a big difference between an “academy
cocksucker” and a “corn holer.”  There was quite a number of,
“academy part-timers” around the school, and if truth be known,
the full time homosexuals detested the “academy queers” with an
ill-concealed passion. The feeling was quite mutual as far as S
was concerned.

Away from the academy S was quite normal, if a little withdrawn,
and had during the past summer, made love for the first time with
a girl from his hometown who he had known and been good friends
with since kindergarten.  It was an amazing and reassuring
experience for S, who up to that point had wondered if
homosexuality was all he was going to find in life.

Yet, at the academy, S was considered a queer, though a rather
selective one.  It was an issue that bothered S, but not as much
as it troubled many of the other boys.  S knew that the academy
was a place that was not related to the real world for the kids,
though it was real life for the faculty, of course.  For S, life
was not like the academy.  Life was as he saw it in the faces of
the people back home. The factories, stores, churches and schools
where he lived were the basis for the world that young S knew.
The academy seemed the very antithesis of everything he knew
about family, honor, dignity and learning.  So, S rebelled.  His
rebellion methods were the only ones that worked for him.  One
method was in his studies, where he excelled, and the other was
in his intimacies as a “school queer” where he was also rather
good at what he did.

S just wanted to get from A to B with minimum trouble.  If he
scored with L that would be nice, but if L was taken up by
another shark or didn’t play, well, that was OK too.

The regimen of the academy was brutal for anybody, and for L the
place was especially harsh. S helped as much as he could,
especially during the first weeks.  L was a sheltered, straight
arrow, Boy Scout type for whom the academy was not a good place
to
be.  He was teased and hazed brutally.  L was slow to catch onto
the military aspects of the academy and punished frequently for
this lack of “military bearing,” and clearly not at ease about
the situation he found himself in.

October, 1964:

But by mid October, L was settling into academy harness, and
beginning to do fairly well.  But L was very lonely, and being
lonely in a wasteland like the academy was an open invitation for
serious trouble.  L tried to conceal it, but it showed through
anyway.  S saw this right away, and moved swiftly before L did
something which brought more trouble down upon his head.  S
helped and coached L as much and as often as he could and it was
beginning to pay off, and pay off well.

Though there was no real ulterior motive in S helping L, S was
beginning to get “the urge,” as was his habit about this time of
year, for a closer relationship with his roommate.  S didn’t
really like the idea of blowing anybody, but if one wanted
companionship, and something other than a cold bunk in a cold
room, then boy play was what one did, for it was the only game in
town.

S played it cool, and waited for a night when L seemed especially
lonely, and had taken a shower.  It was the third week in
October, not long before Halloween, when S made his play.

The conversation was simple enough and for L, shockingly direct.
S pulled no punches.  Everything S said had either come true, or
was unfolding right now in L's life.  S’s offer to “help” now and
then sent a surge of excitement through L.  L’s penis began
growing rapidly and he twitched with nervousness as S’s hands ran
over his blanket covered buns.

“S wants to suck my dick and kiss my ass, holy shit, this can’t
be happening to me!” L thought to himself.  Torn with emotions L
found himself surrendering to S’s well practiced hands, and
though he attempted to resist, L’s excitement and desire overcame
his fear and dread of homosexual contact, and “queerness.”

L surrendered suddenly and S was thunderstruck by the sheer size
of L’s penis.  It was massive!  L said in a fierce whisper, “Suck
it!” S got right to work, unable to believe his good fortune in
landing a really big penis to play with.  S could not accurately
estimate the exact length of L’s penis in the darkness of the
room, but it was clearly very long, tapering in thickness from
the base to the head, and that the head seemed a bit elongated
and didn’t flare at the corona of the glans due to the foreskin.
S marveled at how silky smooth the skin felt as he ran his tongue
over the head, and also noticed the gentle but noticeable
downward curve of the penis, which in S’s experience was the sign
of a penis that was going to grow longer as the boy got older and
neared the end of puberty.

S worked his tongue along the underside of the head eliciting a
soft groan from L.  S would stop sucking and lick along the shaft
and then return to sucking and licking the now growing head.  The
penis was becoming harder, more firm, and the curve was a bit
more noticeable.  The head was spreading, and almost fully
exposed without S having to hold the skin back.  S tasted
pre-cum, and noticed that L had released quite a bit of the
fluid.  L’s body was stiffening, and he gently began moving his
hips, his breathing becoming more rapid.  Then S felt the
“click.”  The pulse told S that L was nearly ready to cum.  L’s
penis reached its maximum length in a series of small but
detectable surges.  The head was fully exposed to the edge of the
glans, and at full width, plus L’s scrotum was constricting, and
becoming more firm with each passing moment.

S’s jaws ached from the size, but he valiantly continued licking
at
the underside of the glans, and sucking, sliding his lips over
the head of L’s fully aroused penis.  When L’s rapid breathing
began to get louder, S felt the inner throb near the left side of
the base of the penis and got ready for L’s load.  L groaned and
S felt the throbbing start in earnest, then the blast came.  The
first shot was a sizeable spurt of fairly mild tasting semen,
then the second shot and then a smaller third shot followed by a
series of smaller, more erratic pulsations with an occasional
throb one feels when a penis ejaculates, all occurring less
rapidly and less frequently as the moments following the release
ticked by.  S had swallowed twice already

L took his penis in his hand and milked the remaining semen,
which was quite a bit, into S’s gently sucking mouth, and S
swallowed again. Then, L all but passed out from the exertion and
release.  He was covered in sweat, and had never had such an
incredible cum.  Yet, it wasn’t over.

S gently but firmly was trying to get L to roll over, and L
complied slowly, when on his stomach, L felt S’s warm breath on
his ass, and then the tongue.  S found L’s buns were smooth, and
hairless almost like a girl’s bottom might be, and then found L’s
fairly
shallow crack was also largely hairless.

Though the asslicking was pleasurable, L didn’t really want S to
do it, and asked S to stop, which S did.

Before S could say goodnight, L was sound asleep.

Two Days Later:

It was clear during the next day that L was deeply troubled by
what had happened, but avoided any discussion about the subject,
though S tried to start a conversation, but it was another day
before L would talk about it.

L tried to talk around what had been the greatest cum of his
young life up to that time, but S would have none of this game
play.

“Look, you aren’t queer; your body did what it was supposed to
do.  The body doesn’t care whose mouth is on the dick, the body
only knows that that mouth is making the body want to cum.  We
get so hung up on whacked out morality arguments that we forget
that the body is designed to do certain things when certain
things happen.  I happen to have enjoyed sucking you, wouldn’t
mind doing it again, and if you haven’t noticed, there are no
girls dying to meet either of us right now, so if I can make you
feel good, where is the problem?  You feel good, I feel good, and
between us we just might make this place more tolerable for both
of us.  This place is crazy with crazy rules, but we can survive
it if we work together.  It’s a weird place, and to survive this
dump, weird things are needed.”

L hemmed and hawed, and S could see L was trying to buy time to
get his head clear about the subject.  That was OK with S.  But S
hoped L wasn’t going to get spooked off simply because he had had
an experience that was just, “too enjoyable.”  S had seen that
before.

However, conditions during the second day made L more lonely and
scared than ever.  The academy could be cruel, and there is
nothing like teenaged boys on a power trip when is comes to
cruelty.

Who was there to help?  Who was there to stick up for L?  S was
there.  S stood by L.

L had found a friend he could trust, and if that meant he would
have to let S suck his penis, then it was going to be a most
enjoyable torment to endure!  Yes, L’s situation could be far
worse!

L and S worked out a system where words would not be spoken, but
instead, L would be sure to have a shower, and then a bit after
taps L would toss his underwear over at S.  This would be the
signal that L wanted some company.  No shower, no company.  No
underwear signal, no company.

A day later, L took a good shower, all but getting an erection in
the shower room at the thought of what was going to happen that
night.  L was in bed early, and when lights out time came L was
already nude beneath the covers.  S had stuck up for L again, and
had pounded the hell out of a big, strong jerk who had tried to
haze L.  Though S had gotten in trouble and had extra duty and
Sunday guard, and had to watch out for the “big dummy” as the
jerk was called, L was grateful.  L not only would let S blow
him, he wanted S to suck his penis dry!   But L was troubled for
he began to wonder what it would be like to suck S.  S really
liked to suck penis, and L wondered why and was beginning to want
to find out for himself.

S for that matter was sure L wanted to play that night and waited
for the signal.  Within one half hour, the signal came, and S
quietly got out of bed, and went to L.

L’s penis was fully erect, and ready.  S methodically attended to
L’s penis with loving care, and when the time came to squirt, S
was rewarded with three powerful blasts and a lengthy series of
the erratic pulsing flows and then a then L’s hand milked out the
remaining semen into S’s waiting mouth. S swallowed four times,
and could not believe the quantity of L’s semen, or the intensity
and power of L’s ejaculation.  L didn’t want his ass licked, but
instead wanted to touch S’s smallish penis.  In fact, L was never

much on ass licking, and the activity became something the two
boys rarely did.

L basically gave S a hand job, which for a straight, sheltered
kid from Jersey would have been unthinkable only a week earlier.

This was the start of a school year long affair which averaged a
bit under once every 8 days, always at night.  S would discover
that L’s penis was nearly twelve inches long when fully erect,
and by the end of the school year the length had actually grown
beyond
twelve inches was approaching thirteen inches.  S would also
learn
that L was exceptionally self-conscious of his penis, and like a
woman with very large breasts might worry, L worried that he
would
be gauged by his penis, and not by his mind and abilities.

The days dragged by, and the year was turning nightmarish for
both cadets as the cadet officers, drunk with their own power,
and quite full of themselves, made the lives of their fellow
student’s hellish.

L marveled at how S could outmaneuver most of the cadet officers,
and schmooze much of the faculty.  Those teachers and cadet
officers that S did not try to sneak around were friends of S’s
anyway, so there was no need for games with everybody.  Still in
all, S realized that this year was worse than the last year, and
the outlook for the remainder of the year was bleak at best with
the current crop of silly pricks running the platoon into the
ground.

A couple of the nastier pricks had a dislike for L, and would
bedevil
him every chance they got.  S couldn’t do much to stop them as
they were cadet leaders.  However, S did show L a few tricks that
made life far easier around the two jerks whose heads had grown
two sizes too big for their hats.

But after lights out, and the dorm was quiet, the underwear
signal would fly, and the trials and pains of the past week would
soon vanish in a haze of sexual bliss.

Early November, 1964:

“S knows what he’s doing.” L thought to himself.  “He escapes
into sex.”  He continued.  “He uses sex as a tool to forget the
pain of this hellhole, and I’m beginning to see the wisdom in
this.  He’s not queer, he’s escaping through me into a fun
situation, and I have to admit, I like it.” L thought silently.

The more L thought about it, the more it made sense in the
context of where they were.  This academy was a wilderness of
pain and humiliation. A weird, crazy hellhole spouting the
highest ideals, while concealing the base truth that life in this
place was a horror.

“S has turned everything upside down in order to cope with this
shit hole, and it works, it really works!  But to suck a dick is
just too weird.  Yet, after it’s over, I feel like I can face
another day, another week, and if I take it like that, I can get
through this year without going mad!  S is getting me through the
year and leading me by the dick while doing it!”

L pondered what to do next, one side of him wanting to do
something new, and one side of himself was left aghast at the
thought.  Finally L got his courage up, and walked over to S’s
bunk. L almost chickened out as he woke up S.

S was wondering what was going on, as L sank to his knees by the
bed and pulled down the covers, S felt L’s hand on his penis and
balls, and all but creamed in his pajamas as L worked his penis
out, and without comment put the smallish penis into his mouth.

L began to do to S what S had done to him.  It didn’t take too
long to get results, either.  S warned L that he was going to cum
soon, but L just sucked and licked with more determination and
when the squirts came, he was unprepared for both the sharp taste
of S’s semen, and the quantity that spurted into his eager mouth.
 L had no choice but to swallow or choke on the semen that was
filling his mouth very rapidly.  L swallowed.  He almost gagged
at the thought of what he had just done.  But, more semen was
flowing into his mouth and S cleared the remaining cum in his
penis with a couple of quick jerks of the hand.  This compelled L
to swallow again, only this time there was no nausea, no gagging,
only a strange sense of sexual excitement.  L was turned on, he
wanted to play some more and S was more than willing to go along.

“Is this what S feels when I cum in his mouth?”  The excited
young man thought to himself.  He now knew that “academy play”
was plain escapist fun.

This wasn’t some obsessive drive caused by a stronger desire for
men, than for the company of women; this was a reaction to the
horrors of existence in this zoo!

S took L right there on his bed, reveling in the amazing size of
L’s penis.  L would cum powerfully tonight.  The 4 hefty squirts
and a small river of semen from the erratic pulsations that
follow the main ejaculation made S swallow down 4 times.  Both
boys were completely satisfied, and were soon asleep and feeling
like they could make it through another day of the stupidity of
the academy.

The last barrier had come down.  S and L would share a very
mutual,
and quite sexualzed friendship for the rest of the year.  More
was
to come too.  Especially after the holiday breaks, when the first

encounters after returning to school were often exceptionally
powerful experiences for both boys.

As far as L was concerned, S was solely responsible for getting
him through a year at the academy.  He had learned not to hate
his big penis, and to enjoy sex and life without anger or
prejudice.

S would return for his senior year, but L had had enough of the
academy though he wrote and called S frequently during S’s senior
year.

S would never find L’s equal in friendliness, honesty, or penis
size ever again at the academy.  Indeed, S would never see L’s
equal in real life either.  L had been the once in a lifetime
affair that one remembers with a warm, if concealed memory.  S
would have a few other boys before graduating in 1966, but he
missed L.

Following school and service during the Vietnam War, L and S
renewed their friendship, but never again had sexual contact.

S lost track of L in 1977, and has never seen nor heard from
him again, though he remembers him well.

S went on to a good career as a contractor, married, and has been
with the same woman for 32 years, and is a grandfather several
times over now.  It is interesting to note that none of S’s
children went to the academy as legacy students.  S has also made
it clear that he would prefer none of his grandchildren ever go
to the academy either.

THE END

Hi, this is Donna Z.  I hope you enjoyed this story; it was not
easy for me to do, as this is not my usual genre.

Best wishes, and see you all again, real soon.