Indoctrination Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Indoctrination Chapter 2

This is part two of Indoctrination. Comments are appreciated. By the time he got back to his dorm, Ryan’s stomach was in such a knot that he wondered if he would even be able to swim. The escalation of exchanges between him and Alex had left his head spinning and his thoughts were unable to keep up with the physical manifestations that kept striking him after every interaction. Right now for example, it was hard to think about what Alex might have meant when his body couldn’t decide if it wanted to vomit, fuck, or simply collapse. He kept trying to reason with himself as he slid out of his jeans and t shirt. Maybe Alex really was just trying to be funny. Under normal circumstances, Ryan would have been able to see the humor in the situation. Joel and Adam would flirt shamelessly with every breathing thing when they were drinking. Joel in particular had a tendency to walk around naked when he had visitors to his room, simply to laugh at the discomfort of his guests who had not yet experienced that performance. Or maybe, Ryan was just picking up on something that simply wasn’t there. After all, Alex had never said or done anything particularly explicit. When it came down to it, the boy had just smiled at an upper level cadet, not recommended but not inconceivable; and insinuated that he would enjoy taking swim lessons. He decided that one of those two explanations was the case and a little bit of the anxiety went away. Sure it would be disappointing if he never got to see ...

... that smile looking up at him in ecstasy, but he had plenty of fantasies he would never live out. It wasn’t so bad to have another piece of eye candy in the officer program. Satisfied and only a little pouty, Ryan slid out of his boxers and pulled on his PT shorts. The instructors described them as “dick length blacks” for their dark color, and the fact that they were so short, that if one were to wear them commando, the tip of your dick would be showing. The description wasn’t entirely accurate. There was webbing sewn into them like a swimsuit that would prevent one’s penis from actually showing below them hem line. In fact, when used for the swimming, Ryan never wore underwear with his shorts. He pulled just tucked his cock, now only halfway hard after his conclusion that there was nothing sexual going on with Alex, into the webbing, and tucked the tail of the grey T shirt into the shorts on top it. He checked the mirror, and satisfied that his uniform was a proper example for the new cadets, opened his email to read the schedule and swim test requirements. Nothing too complicated; treading water for ten minutes, swimming three laps without stopping, stripping off an ammo vest while underwater. For those cadets that failed there was a mandatory one hour lesson after the test, and a retest later that week. Last year only one cadet had failed and that was only because they couldn’t work the straps on the vest. Ryan expected none of these freshmen would have any trouble with it. ...