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A Boarding school sex education.
You never get a second chance, to make a first impression.
After a long day of hard work cleaning the empty cargo hold, Justin and Ross Barker finally retreated to their forward cabin, eager for some respite. There was an unusual heaviness in the air, as Justin had been quiet all day. Ross could sense the weight on his stepbrother’s shoulders. The impending move to boarding school made Justin feel anxious. Until now, he had lived with his uncle, his aunt, and their two sons. However, tensions had risen when his uncle discovered some troubling behavior involving Justin and their boys. Well, Justin Barker had been caught having sex with them.
Yet, Justin found himself adrift. His Mother having recently divorced Captain Johnathan Barker, and all that. Leaving their ship and Justin in John’s care. Uncertain about what the future holds in store for him. He still had several years of nautical education to complete, but the challenges ahead loomed large. He could not keep living onboard with his family and finish his merchant marine schooling simultaneously. Justin needed a place to stay. Although he loved living onboard their ship. But his stepdad had been resolute. Justin was not getting homeschooled like Ross.
Unlike Ross Barker, Justin had never lived at a boarding school. And the man was rapidly approaching manhood already. Whereas Ross was sent to boarding school at a very young age. He had grown into it. But he turned out right. A little queer, yet all right. Ross worked alongside his father, the second mate, and their deckhand on their inland channel freighter. Shuttling cargo over the European waterways. Something Justin would like to do someday as well.
As the best friends settled into their cabin, questions about home, family, and belonging swirled around in Justin’s mind. At least Ross, a veteran of boarding school life, had offered some sage advice.
“Wa’s up, Jus?” asked Ross as they stepped into the warmth of their cabin. “... You’ve been quiet all day. Boarding school will be different for you. You’re almost 19. You will sleep in the apartments, not the cum-munal sleeping halls with the younger cadets like I had to do... Just... Just one bit of advice, Justin, stick to their rules. Yet, don’t let those guys walk all over you, little bro!... Give ’em heck!”
“Ha, that’s easy for you to say, Ross... Look at you; you’re a muscle stud! The brawn of the family,” sighed Justin. It was true. Ross had gained a nice physique under the guidance of the deckhand, Marcus. Not that Justin was a weakling. His boyish Bieber-hairstyle and lean posture made him appear less mature than the queer man really was.
“Make sure the first impression is a good one, Justin. You must enforce your dominance on the guys as soon as you enter the door!”
Had Ross told his younger brother. But Justin wasn’t convinced.
So Ross continued convincingly, “... I did not look like this during my stay at boarding school, boy!” Ross exclaimed in surprise. “... It’s simple, Justin. If you want to be treated like a man, act like one!... Get a cool new hairstyle, an earring, or a tattoo. You can even buy yourself a leather jacket and some rugged boots.” smirked Ross at his brother.
“... If you’re desperate to make an impression... Then fuck the first guy that gives you any lip! Your dick is plenty big enough to make a lasting impression, I would think. And these muscles of mine?... Well, you only get those with fucking hard work in a sports school! There is plenty of time to work out in the boarding school’s own gym. Besides, Jus... You’re cute... A hottie even! Look at you,” Ross grinned dirty, watching Justin stroke his dick a little. Justin nodded understandingly.
It had been a while since the friends fooled around together. But as it was the last evening of Justin’s holiday, Ross decided to sneak into bed with his bro. As Ross lay on his side next to Justin, his hand wandered into the boy’s shorts. Their lips met, and Ross knew how to alleviate Justin’s worries.
After an intense kissing and jerking session, Ross twisted around. Taking all those throbbing inches between his lips. Justin pushed Ross’s joggers off to reciprocate the gesture. Swallowing all of Ross straight down his throat. He looked between their chests, impressed at Justin’s oral techniques. While spit-lubing a couple of fingers, Ross opened Justin’s back door. Simultaneously, dumping copious amounts of precum down his hungry throat.
It became one of those horny night-time adventures to remember. Ross had been glad he discovered, years ago, that Justin was just as gay as he was. In fact, their entire crew is gay. Even their father, the ship’s Captain, liked their young deckhand‘s ass more than his ex-wife. Proudly waving the pride colors from the flagpole on the bow of their vessel.
The following day, the five men ate breakfast in the wheelhouse. Having docked near Rotterdam to take on a load of containers to Prague.
Tobias was the first to bring up the subject of the hated boarding school. “Justin? How are you doing? Did you sleep well? Not worried about boarding school, are you?” said the second mate with a smirk.
“Ha... He slept like a baby,” joked Ross, “... After I gave him his pacifier.”
His father shook his head but said nothing.
The second mate, Tobias, added, “... Justin, steer clear of the boatswain, Dick Bustine! The ‘commander’ is a nasty piece of work. The headmaster thinks he’s Neptune. Dominant little Dick-tator. You don’t have to give in to his every command, Justin. You’re an adult! But stick to their written rules. It’s only for a few years.”
Justin’s eyes flared open in surprise. As if these words hit the mark. He knew Tobias used to teach at the nautical institute and must have known Dick Bustine from that time.
“And talking about giving stuff...” laughed Marcus, the deckhand. He handed Justin a leather rucksack.
“What’s in there, bro?” asked Justin. Weighing the heavy bookbag filled with all kinds of goodies.
“Stuff every cool-cat needs to survive boarding school!” winked Marcus naughtily at Justin. When Justin opened the bag, he saw school stuff as well as gay-safe condoms and lube. Apart from snacks and drinks, Justin also found some gay porn, a nasty black dildo, and a cool knife. Well, stuff the staff at the boarding school would confiscate in an instant.
“Make sure you keep it well hidden! And don’t let those guys walk all over you, little bro... Give ’em heck!” said Marcus as he slapped Justin’s ass hard. Making Justin jump a mile in the air as the smack reverberated around the wheelhouse. The men laughed hard and said their goodbyes to the boy.
Justin sat deep in thought next to Johnatan in their company truck. Driving that Wednesday morning to his new future. School started on Monday, but they had arrived late at their port of call. Justin wasn’t sure if this move was the right thing to do. He sort of regretted the thing that had led to this. His life with uncle Clause’s family had its plus sides. Justin knew his freedom living with his mom’s family was soon coming to an end.
The old, austere-looking brick dormitory building amplified Justin’s concerns. And if the outside of the building was any indication, he should brace himself for a prison-like existence. The boarding school leader was ogling the Barkers from inside his office next to the entry hall. At first sight, a distinguished, graying elderly man with a severe millimeter-perfect crew-cut and toothbrush mustache. He was clad in a pristine black naval uniform. Eminating a self-appointed authority. His hands clasped firmly behind his back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Oozing a commanding presence, scrutinizing the Barkers as they approached ‘his’ institute.
Captain Johnathan saw what his stepson was looking at and said, “... Why don’t I walk you inside? Let me do the talking. Smile, Justin; it’s not that bad. Chest out. Confidence high. Let’s make a good first impression.”
“Ha... Yeah, right,” said Justin to his dad. Putting his headphones on and playing a bit of Bieber to calm his nerves. Feeling everything but confident.
Justin hoisted his large duffel bag and leather rucksack over his shoulders and followed his father into the entry hall. Feeling lead weights sink into his canvas boat shoes.
“My name is Commander Bustine. You’re late, Barker! We expected you on Monday.” He snarled harsly at Johnathan Barker. “... Is this him? How old is he?” And without pausing for an answer, “... He’s going to live in the main building. We don’t have spots available in the apartments. If you would have arrived on time -... “.
Justin snorted as if he knew something like this would put a wrench in the works. Justin is an accomplished lip-reader. So, despite Bieber’s music blaring through the headphones, he heard everything the so-called Commander said.
And when his father looked surprised at his stepson, the boatswain groaned disrespectfully, “... Don’t you worry, mister Barker. We will teach young Sir some manners. Wait here! I’ll get someone to show Bieber to his bunk.”
As soon as Bustine slammed the reception office door closed, Justin said, “... Jesus, Dad!...”.
“I know, right?... Tobias was right about him! Dictator extrodinair."
“Dad?... I need to get myself a haircut and buy a new jacket. Is that okay?”
“Right. Ross told me what he told you. Let me deal with Nut Bust’n... And you get settled in. Let me...” But the Captain got cut off. Dick Bustine barked over the tannoy.
“Lutz to the reception office. Peter Lutz to the office!”
Moments later, a thuggish-looking senior student ran into the office on the double. Rudely ignoring the men waiting in the entry hall. Peter Lutz was not much older than Justin. But the Captain and his stepson instantly took a dislike to the man. They saw the two men talking through the reception window. Using his lip-reading skills, Justin simultaneously translated what was said in the office to his father.
The Commander said to the senior student: “Peter, take that asshole - I think he is called Bieber - or something like that. Show him around and take him to his bunkroom. Search his bags for contraband. Keep whatever you like. I don’t care... And then nail the cunt into submission. Do it hard and painful. If he screams, then do him even harder... I hate that little sissy-boy already! He is a troublemaker. And break those damned headphones in two, Lutz. We can’t have students running around listening to that degenerate pop music.”
Justin’s father grinned dirty at what Justin told him and said: “You got my permission to ‘enjoy’ yourself, boy. Just remember Justin; ‘You never get a second chance, to make a first impression!’ Go scare him a little with that big log of yours... ‘Bieber’...” joked his father. Justin laughed hard. It boosted his confidence to new levels. He knew what his father was saying and went along quietly with the senior student on a tour of the facilities.
The cocksure, troubled twink, Justin Barker, was taken upstairs to his bunkroom in the boarding school dormitories by the senior student. “Okay, well... welcome to your bunkroom. We’ve put you up here with the older twirp -... Umm, I mean... older men. But you share the communal showers with ‘the rest.’ So behave yourself! You will get to meet the rest of your dorm group later.” Lutz said, using air quotes and a disgusted look. He appeared to know what went on inside Justin’s dirty, oversexed brain behind those overgrown locks of his scraggly Bieber-style hair-do. Even though Peter Lutz had been ogling Barker’s bubble butt as he pushed Justin rudely into the bunkroom.
Justin looked around the no-thrills sleeping hall. Across from the door to the hallway stood four sets of army-style metal bunk beds. The only decoration was the reading light above each bed and a narrow wardrobe beside it. The 4 closets put together in a line gave the lads something that was supposed to resemble something like privacy. Even though every bunk was visible at a glance from the hallway door. Small desks stood across from the beds along the hallway wall. There was only one tiny barred window on one side and the door to the bathroom on the other.
At the foot of each double bed stood two padded lockable footlockers. Seeing this, Justin smiled. Now he knew why his brother had handed him a heavy padlock when he left this morning. The dorm wasn’t much. It surely mimicked the spartan look of the rest of the dormitory building. Justin sighed as he found the only unoccupied top bunk next to the door to the bathroom.
Peter continued: “... You must know that this institution has some stringent rules, Bieber... I need to check your bags for any contraband. And then, I am going to do a strip search as well. Do you understand, boy?”
“Sure, I do. But let me save you some time. Just let me bend over right away. Then you can fuck me already. Let’s get this over with, shall we?... I got better things to do!” answered Justin rudely. “... I have heard the headmaster tell you what it is you need to do to me. I really doubt that’s legal... But I guess we have to obey the headmaster’s personal rules. Am I right? So, let’s get going already! Can you even get it up?” asked Justin butch, as he dropped his black company work pants and twisted his hairless naked ass to the senior student.
Peter was thoroughly taken aback by the rude boy. His long-haired, boyish looks did not match his attitude at all. However, the sight of Justin’s smooth bubble butt and his shaved plumb balls locked Peter’s jaw wide open.
“What are you waiting for, man... Get on your knees and kiss my ass!” said Justin gruffly over his shoulder. Pulling his cheeks apart and making his hole wink at the senior.
Peter got enraged and unzipped his school uniform pants. A nice boy-prick flopped out, and he stepped toward the waiting butthole. Justin coyly smiled at the little twink. Knowing that he had much bigger things up there than the 5 and somewhat inches of little Peety.
After 3 minutes of rough and rude fucking, Justin asked, bored: “... Are you nearly done?... Hurry the fuck up... I really got better things to do!” He squeezed his hole. Clamping the prick tight and making Peter scream. Somehow, it had sent him over the edge, and Peety shot a dirty load over Justin’s back.
“Okay,... Now it’s my turn!” laughed Justin meanly as he turned around on the lower bunk. Peter had seen the limp cock of Justin before he started manhandling him. Flaccid Justin’s prick was nothing special. But even limp, it was much longer than Peter’s stiff 5 inches. But the thing Lutz saw prancing between Justin’s legs now was massive. The fat cock had grown to a full 7.5 inches. And it wasn’t even entirely hard yet! So when Justin made the thing grow to full tilt with a few strokes, Peter pulled up his pants and ran for the door. He wanted nothing to do with the fat 9 inches Justin was threatening him with. Peter did not even get to check Justin’s bags for contraband. And that was a blessing to him.
The boy, Justin, was everything the man Peter wasn’t. At least not in the comparative sizes of their cocks. The 21-year-old man, Peter, had a small boy-prick. Whereas the twink, Justin, had a man’s cock for sure!
No, Justin was truly blessed in the cock-department. And fully trained to use it. That was precisely one of the reasons why he was forced to stay at a boarding school for the offspring of inland skipper families.
After Peter had run away, Justin put his clothes in the wardrobe and changed into his civics. Jeans, a T-shirt, running shoes, and a baseball cap. His scraggly dark-brown hair poked out from under the cap. Nearly covering his eyes. He strolled back downstairs to the headmaster’s office.
Justin found the headmaster with a nasty shiner. He had put a wet towel on his black eye. Surprised but somehow pleased, Justin asked him for permission to go out and buy some school supplies and get a haircut. And without any opposition from the headmaster, he got the okay.
“Yes, your father ‘told’ me you needed to go on a supply run. Be back as soon as you’re done, though, Mister Barker. Dinner is at 5. And you have to wear your school uniform. And... Uhm... I do apologize for my inappropriate behavior from earlier, Sir.” Dick Bustine said without conviction.
Apparently, Justin’s father had convinced the headmaster. Leaving him a ‘lasting’ impression of his fist on the man’s face.
Justin took the bus into town and went shopping. He got a cool crew-cut with longer stylish locks on top. Losing the scraggly Bieber-look hairstyle. The hairdresser even bleached the hair. Giving Justin a modern buff look.
At an army dump, Justin bought himself a vintage leather biker jacket, a few cargo- and black-ops pants, belts, and tough black combat boots. Combined with the new hairstyle, those made the lean twink look like the man he felt inside. Ross had been right. With his new look, he acted like the man he wanted to be. Boldly stepping into a tattoo parlor to get his left ear pierced.
With the new clothes and school supplies in hand, Justin returned to the boarding school. The classes were out when he got back around four. Justin found the schoolmates smoking in the schoolyard. He introduced himself around a little. The new guy impressed most of the boys and young men. He walked up to the dorm room with his classmates, and they talked awhile. They wondered why Justin was attending boarding school rather than continuing to live with his aunt and uncle. Justin knew most of these guys already. They had been classmates last year. And the one guy Barker did not know, Ethan, turned out to be his bunkmate. It made Justin feel reassured and a little frivolous. That is until the class bully, Lucas, walked in. He didn’t know Lucas either, but that would change quickly enough.
Shouting, “... Who the fuck are you!... Wait... Are you that Bieber guy that mister Lutz told me about?” asked Lucas meanly. Making himself look taller and more butch than he really was. “And why the fuck are you not in your school uniform?” Lucas acted like he was all that. The 6 other dorm mates were sort of afraid of the school bully, Lucas. Justin let the tirade go unanswered. Getting dressed back into his school uniform for dinner.
Justin’s bunkmate got the full monty of his manhood as he changed out of the jockstrap into the tidy whities that came with the outfit. Justin smiled down at the guy on the lower bunk bed as he adjusted the semi-excited package to fit into the briefs. Ethan looked at the hot tool and then back up at Justin. Licking his lips and winking smutty at him. Giving his new bunkmate a fist-bump. Ethan wasn’t the tallest or the most impressive guy around. But Justin felt that he picked the right bunk. He had an instant click with Ethan. And that wasn’t to Lucas’s liking at all.
When Justin sat down on Ethan’s bunk to tie his shoes, he felt Ethan’s sneaky hand squeezing his buttocks. Justin looked at Ethan’s happy face. He surreptitiously stroked Ethan’s bulge. Both men thought the same thing. They had scored big time.
Side by side, the bunkmates walked to the dining hall. Chatting about the boarding school and the strict rules and regulations. Justin put his new leather jacket beside Ethan’s black school zip-up blazer on the coat rack outside the dining hall. He watched how the guy stroked the leather. “Are you into that shit Ethan?” whispered Justin to his mate. “I sure am... Great jacket, man... Where did you get it from?” Justin told about the army dump, and Ethan instantly wanted one, too.
After dinner, Justin was introduced to the rest of the school. And he was told to go with his mentor to pick up his school books. When he got back to the dorm room, he found one of the classmates standing lookout at the door. He had to force himself inside. What Justin found was surprising but logical.
Lucas had Ethan’s legs tied to the upper bunk. His naked ass was hanging over the edge of the bed. And Ethan’s mouth was gagged with Justin’s jockstrap and duct tape. The bully was about to take the hole when Justin came barging in.
“Oh, shit!” exclaimed one of the dormmates. Hiding himself under the sheets of his bunk. The rest were intently watching Lucas from a distance. Sneakily peering around the wardrobes. Knowing any false move would mean that they were next on Lucas’s list. And going for help was not a smart thing to do with a headmaster that did not give a shit.
Justin dropped the school books and kicked off his boots in anger. Dropping his pants and underwear as he walked over to Lucas’s back door. The other guys watched as Justin’s man-meat instantly grew to its full 9-inch potential. Making them gasp in wonder and awe.
Justin removed the bully from Ethan’s aching ass with a controlled pull. Not wanting to hurt Ethan. He pulled a plastic bag over Lucas’s ugly face and placed him on top of Ethan. Slamming his angrily throbbing dick bareback into the dirty hairy asshole.
“Ooh... Ouch... Fuck, what are you doing?... Stop it... I can’t breathe... Take it out... Ah... Oh... Arghh... You’re too big, man... Stop... Umpff... Ouch...” complained Lucas loudly. As he felt the 9 inches ripping him apart. Without breaking a sweat, Justin started to pump the ass in an ever-quickening tempo. “Not so funny now that the shoe is on the other foot... Is it?” grunted Justin, whispering in Lucas’s ear. As he viciously pounded the asshole raw. Making his balls audibly slap against Lucas’s thighs. Making the other dormmates get up and start watching Justin put the bully in his place. Until now, no one had even dared to speak up. Letting Lucas do his thing, whenever or whatever that was.
Putting a hand over the bully’s nose and mouth, smothering the ever louder grunts of the class bully. The dormmates were very impressed and cheered Justin on. Clapping harder and faster, encouraging Justin to nail the dirty cunt harder as well.
When he pulled out, the dormmates saw the thick creamy cum drip from the bully’s asshole. Barker had silently bred the bitch hard and deep. And his cock was covered in the brown ass-juices from Lucas.
“Fucking hell!” exclaimed Justin angrily. “You boys really need to learn to clean your asses!” He wiped the dirty dick clean on the back of the bully’s white dress shirt. Leaving a nasty brown shite-mark stain on his back.
Justin released Lucas and barked: “That’s the last time you threaten any of MY MATES!... Shite-mark!... Now get lost!... If you look at me funny... Or if you tell anyone... Then I will make you bleed!” said Justin gruffly. Pulling out the knife he got from the deckhand Marcus.
“Boys, take Shite-mark to the showers! And shove a cold showerhead up his hole. Clean him out well. Tonight, you’ll get your own back!” barked Justin Barker at his men. They laughed at the nickname that Justin had given the school bully. Humiliating him to the bone. They pulled Shite-mark up off the floor and dragged him - none too softly - to the showers. Where they worked on his ass for a long time.
When they returned, the guys found Ethan getting it doggy-style from Justin. Ethan was audibly enjoying himself this time. They all watched the kinky floorshow from their own bunks. Jerking themselves off to the sounds of the live porn show Justin and Ethan gave them.
With a swift hand gesture, Justin invited the horny guys to take Shite-marks’ ass once more. And most of the guys happily complied.
One by one, they made Lucas submit to them. The two that didn’t want anything to do with it got told off by the other dormmates. But Justin quickly remedied that. “This is not an exam you have to take. Just leave them be. It’s okay if they only want to watch you do him! I know they will shut up about it. Right?” asked Justin. Looking with squinted eyes at the man. And the two nodded reassuringly.
In the end, all of them got sucked by - or had fucked - Shite-mark anyway. And went to sleep in their own bunks. Well-drained and happy in the knowledge that the dorm bully was no more threat to them.
Only Ethan and Justin spend a little longer together in Ethan’s lower bunk. Cuddle fucking each other. Justin had moved just in time to his own bed when the nightly inspection checked up on the men.
The following day, Justin was up much earlier than the rest. He needed a wicked piss and a shower. So Barker quietly undressed on his bunk. When he climbed down, Justin felt Ethan’s sleepy hand stroking his dick. It stopped him in his tracks. Then, moving slyly toward the lad’s mouth. Justin got a lovely wake-up call from Ethan. Making the tool semi-erect as he stuffed it lovingly deep into Ethan’s throat. Face fucking him a little while, before telling him to go back to sleep.
Justin put a large bath towel around his waist and walked naked to the communal showers. To his surprise, he found the senior student Peter Lutz with his uniform pants around his ankles and his dick in one of 3 younger schoolmates.
This enraged Justin to no end. Even more so because the 3 boys were clearly unhappy with the rough treatment of the senior. Whimpering and crying as Peter forcefully face fucked the barely legal boys.
Justin grabbed Peter from behind. Covering the guy’s mouth and pushing the otherwise fully clothed senior to the shower wall. “You abused your role here one too many times,... Little Peet. Your dick isn’t big enough to even please these boys!” said Justin humiliatingly to Peter. Turning on the cold shower, drenching the senior student’s clothes.
“Take this...” screamed Justin menacingly in his ear as he penetrated the hairy butt of Peter. “Stop your whining, boy!... Take it like a man. If you even are a man. To me, you’re nothing more than just another school bully. And God!... I HATE BULLIES!... Take it. Ah... Tight hole. I’ll teach you some manners! Ooh... Ahh... Fuck yeah... Take it, bitch... Let’s educate these juniors on how to deal with assholes like you properly.” Grunted Justin roughly. He slammed the bully meanly.
The 3 young men sat around Justin. Watching every painful poke of his cock up Peety’s butt. Cheering Justin on. Making him fuck Peter harder and rougher.
Peter tried to justify his action by saying he had caught the 3 boys circle-jerking each other off under the showers. “What do you expect them to do otherwise? That’s what those lovely boy-toys are for. A little wank never hurt anyone. Well, except... Except... for bullies like you!” said Justin meanly. Grabbing Peter’s cock and balls and squeezing them so hard they turned purple. The senior dropped to the ground in agony. Making the 3 juniors laugh meanly. Justin tore Peter’s wet shirt in two. Dragged the senior to the urinals. And tied both Peter’s arms very tightly to the water pipes above the two of them.
Instructing the junior students to give him a piss and cum shower. The lads did just that. And Justin watched how the 3 boys emasculated the bully, while he got a hot shower. Before he left, he pulled one of the boys aside and pissed little Peety straight in his open mouth. “So that’s his bully breakfast done. Just leave him there for the rest to use him, boys. Go clean yourselves up and get dressed. Playtime is over.”
The boy that had been facefucked pulled Barker over. “Thanks, man,... We would have been screwed without -...” the boy stopped talking and looked ashamed to the ground. Justin put a hand under his chin and lifted the demure face up.
“Never let bullies like this asshole walk all over you... You have rights, too... Just take them if people don’t give them willingly!” said Justin to the lad, kissing him on his forehead like a brother.
Justin dried off and walked back to his dorm room. From the gasps coming from the shower room, he gathered that other schoolmates had found Peters cumhole. Before he walked into his dorm room, he even heard Peter scream as he got some more dick up his hole.
With a dirty grin and the bathing towel loosely wrapped around his hips, Justin walked in on 5 of his bunkmates.
The guys were playing a forbidden gambling game on the floor of the dorm. Their jaws dropped to the floor as they saw Barker walk toward them. They admire the butch half-naked man as he walked in. They saw the semi-hard tool slap from thigh to thigh as Justin came nearer. One of them demanded Justin show them another close-up look at the 9-inch cock hiding behind the bath towel. And boy... What a close-up he gave them!
In less than 24 hours, Justin Barker made a lasting impression on the boarding school. All the bullies were warned. Justin would protect any and all if they abused their rights. And it did not matter to him how old they were. When Justin was around, the rest felt protected. No matter what. His father and brother had been right. “You never get a second chance, to make a first impression. So you best make sure it’s a good one!”
In the 2 years Justin spent at the boarding school, he kept it in his pants, as he promised his father. Well, for the most time. What do you expect? There is bound to be a little action when the 18 and 19-year-old cadets go ‘window shopping’ in the red-light district.
And only Ethan, his trusty bunkmate, was the one who got it up the ass occasionally. But without ever bothering the other students about it.
The bullies were dealt with. Justin also made sure the rest knew how to behave politely. Helping the new boarding school’s headmaster and the teachers keep order throughout his stay there.
Justin finished his education with top marks. His father kept the promise he had made to Justin. The manly man choose to learn his father’s trade onboard their ship. Starting at the bottom, working himself up to his own skippers’ license.
Ross and Justin still shared the forward cabin on their ship. But they shared much more than that... The Gay Pride flag was waving proudly on the bow’s flagpole in every harbor their ship docked.
• The End •
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