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Subject: Eden academy Thank you for reading my stories. Comments and questions are welcome at dontaskmeever@mail If you'd like to tip my venmo is @jack-parker-109 These stories are fiction, any similarities in names and locations are purely coincidental. They involve intimate interactions between above the age of 18. Nifty is able to offer this service for us to share and enjoy stories. Please consider giving below to allow Nifty the opportunity to fty/donate.html Eden Academy:The Freshman Mark I wake up on the first day of my summer break, nervous. Not for the break, I mean that was going to be incredible. My brothers were going to be home in a few days and we were going to get into all kinds of trouble this summer since I was finally old enough to hang out with them. I was nervous because when summer was over I was finally going to Eden Academy, the private school they go to, and we all knew everything was going to change after that. I was having a crisis of faith. Kind of. Ugh, it was complicated...let me start from the beginning. My name is Mark Anastasa and I am the youngest of three sons to Tyler Anastasa, recently widowed CEO of Eden gyms and a damn good dad. My mom died when I was three and he had raised the three of us to the best of his ability. We live in Richardson, Texas, a wealthy suburb outside of Dallas and so far, my life has been pretty good. My father was a former college baseball player who spent two years in the majors, used his celebrity to become a spokesman for Calvin Klein, and then used his celebrity to found Eden Gyms. Me and my brothers all inherited our father's genetics and were all athletes in our own right. My oldest brother, Seth, played baseball like my father and was really good at it. He was a pitcher for Eden and was the taller and more buffed version of me. We had the same blond hair, where mine was long with bangs that fell in my face, his cropped short, where I was toned and compact, he was bigger and stronger. Where he was a prototypical baseball player, I was a stereotypical swimmer. Where Seth was the bigger version of me, TJ was the bigger version of Seth. TJ played football for Eden and was a weight lifter, where Seth was lean bulk, TJ was large mass. Where both Seth and I were lithe and toned, TJ was large and massive. I had joked once that the three of us looked like when you were making a character for a video game, the small, medium and large builds they offer was just the three of us. I loved my brothers very much and we always got along, but things were going to change when I joined Eden, and it made me nervous. A fact not lost on my dad. Eden got out a week after mine did, so I had a week to myself, wandering around the house, just dreading what was coming next. So it was Tuesday morning, we were both at the kitchen table, he had his tablet and was catching up on news and emails before he went upstairs to his virtual office while I picked at my bowl of cereal, lost in thought. "So sounds good?" my dad asked. I looked up at him, completely unaware he had been talking to me. In a moment of panic, I nodded, "Sure." He laughed and put his tablet down, "Mark, you just agreed to shave your head and to get a tattoo of Iggy Azalea on your chest." I blinked a few times, "I did?" He cocked his head, "What's wrong?" I sighed and put my spoon down, "Nothing." He pulled his chair back, "Come here," he said as he held his hands out. Since he was our primary caregiver, me and my brothers were much closer to our father than normal sons. We embraced a lot and hugged constantly, it pinged as weird to some people but to us, it was normal. We were loved each other and didn't much care what anyone else thought. So I moved over and climbed on his lap, he embraced me and leaned his head against mine, "So, what did I tell you not to do." "Worry about Eden." "And what have you been doing?" Sighing I admitted, "Worrying about Eden." "What's going on in that big head of yours?" Me and my brothers all had a big something according to my dad. Seth had a big mouth, cocky and brash, he never hesitated to speak his mind. TJ had a big heart, no matter how big and mean he looked, he was one of the nicest guys in the room. And I had a big head because I overthought just about every single decision I made. "I don't know," I said, leaning against my dad, "What if they don't like me?" He pulled back to make eye contact, "Who?" "Everyone! What if they don't like me? I have friends here, they like me. Do I have to go?" God, I was whining...not a great look for me. He stared at me for a few seconds and then began to talk, "Mark, you have the same choices your brothers had. If you don't want to go to the best prep school in the country, get the best education money can buy, and make invaluable contacts that will make your future life a million times easier and instead want to go to a normal school, you can. But let me tell you this, I have found in life that when you run away from something you're scared of, no matter what it is, you make it stronger." I didn't say anything. "I don't think you should make a choice like this based on being afraid of something as silly as not being liked. I think you will later realize that a mistake that was and regret it." I was still silent. "Also, I think you're insane," he said pulling me into a hug, "I have never met anyone who wasn't instantly in love with you. You'll make new friends, even more than you have now." "But..." "Your brothers will be there too, are you saying they don't like you?" It made me smile, "But I'll have to do whatever they say!" He sighed now and gestured for me to sit down across from him, "This is about submitting?" I nodded. "Ok, let me try to explain one more time." I suppressed a sigh of my own, I had heard this many times in my life. "You and your brothers..." "We're given gifts," I finished for him, indicating I have remembered this lesson. He nodded, "Those gifts come with an obligation though. We were meant to share them with others, things like looks, athleticism, endowment, these things are blessings, they mean something." I nodded again. "They will give the three of you will have advantages in life that others will never have. Just istanbul travesti like my gifts have given me. I was able to play major league ball, found a company and now we live in relative comfort because of them. And the only way this happened was by learning to submit first." "But I don't want to be a slave..." He shook his head, "It's not being a slave!" he snapped and then stopped. "Mark, I've tried to explain this. These gifts, these advantages, they can make people arrogant and selfish. All you have to do is look around and see people who have the same gifts we have and abuse them for their own means. Eden has taught me that you have to be broken down so you can be rebuilt as a better person, a grateful person, a person who is grateful for what they have and doesn't think there are entitled to it. That's all Eden does, and that's all submitting means. It means being taught to respect the things we have been gifted instead of assuming they are ours to do what we please with." I looked down, my hair falling in my face. "Look, talk to your brothers when they get home," he said, "Ask them what it's like. If after the summer you have changed your mind, then we'll talk about it. Ok?" I nodded. "And Mark?" I looked up at him. "Seriously, everyone loves you sooner or later. You have to believe that." I didn't, but I wasn't going to argue with him anymore. The next day he had to go into the office which left me alone for the day....bored off my ass. I sat out at the pool for a while, wishing I was old enough to drive when my phone let me know someone was at the front door. I checked the camera and it was Charlie, one of my brother's friend, He must have thought they were home already. I walked through the house to the door and opened it up. His eyes got wide for a moment and then slipped his sunglasses off, "Short stack?" I sighed, "They aren't here, Eden doesn't let out until next week." "What the hell happened to you?" he asked, looking me up and down, "Last time I saw you you were..." "It's called linear time," I interrupted him, "They won't be back until the weekend." "Cool cool, fucking bored as shit. What are you doing little man?" Charlie was one of those brah kind of guys. Nice body, masculine face, super cocky but mostly harmless. If I remember he was also a pretty big stoner. I shrugged, "Chillin, laying by the pool." "Nice...you wanna burn one?" he held up a joint and I guess my eyes got wide. "I mean if you can, unless you're too young, I mean you don't look it but..." "I'm not too young," I said quickly. He smiled, "So you in?" I nodded and let him in. "Where you wanna chill?" I thought about it, "My room is cool." He agreed and followed me upstairs. My room was big, my dad let us have a lot of leeway with what we did. I had a huge king bed with an 80-inch plasma screen in front of it, I had three different types of consoles hooked up and my own mini-fridge filled with Monsters. My friends at school had loved it, we could all hang, play games...it was just the best. And now I was going to be living in a dorm room... "Sick room dude," Charlie said looking around, "I like it a lot." "Thanks," I said shaking myself out of my thoughts, "Um...let me find an ashtray..." "Just pop a can," he said pointing to the fridge, "We can tap ash in there." I grabbed two Monsters and handed him one, we downed them pretty fast as he lit up, I was nervous since I had never gotten high in my life, but I didn't want to seem like a pussy so just shut up. "Seriously dude," he said taking a hit, "You look sharp...gonna be another Anastasa stud." I felt my face grow red as he handed me the joint, "Thanks." I took a drag and then instantly started coughing, my eyes watering. He moved next to me, rubbing my back, "Shh...it's ok little man. h..e on..." I caught my breath and expected to find him laughing at me, instead, he was just looking at me, "You ok?" I nodded. "First time?" Another nod. "Ok cool, this is how I taught my girlfriend to smoke," he said, taking a long drag and holding his breath. He leaned in and I froze, as his lips touched mine. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue slip over mine as he blew smoke into my mouth. I wasn't sure if we were kissing or smoking, but either way, it felt inedible. I closed my eyes and went with it...the pot making my head spin. Well, I was no longer bored. Charlie So I'm friends with these two brothers, Seth and TJ. Went to junior with them and we all ended up going to the same sports camp. We ended up broing out and one thing led to another and...well I kinda became the meat to their stud sandwich. I'm not a fag, if you're curious, but when I get high I get horny and Seth and TJ just have this thing about them...well they're hot and know how to use it. Anyways, I had scored some skunk-ass weed and was looking for trouble, so I headed over to their house to start the summer in style. And who should answer the fucking door but a wet dream in a speedo. Now I had known Mark for years, he was a cute enough kid, quiet, friendly, but I was more interested in his older brothers and the damage they could do to my ass, you know? So I didn't really pay a lot of attention to him, but when he answered the door, glistening with sweat, with just a speedo on...I was suddenly paying a lot of attention to him. I must have just stood there and stared for a good minute, taking every single molecule of him in. Gone was the lanky, awkward kid who kept asking if he could play COD with us, and here stood a full-blown fucking hottie. His baby fat had vanished, leaving a cut, lean body that was obviously the result of hours and hours of swimming. He was just getting his summer tan in, the darkness outlining the cut lines of his fucking insane body...and highlighting the blond peach fuzz that trailed down the front of his speedo. I literally had to force myself to stare into his face to stop myself from just drooling. I asked him if he wanted to smoke a joint, hoping he got as horned up as I did when I got high, he said he was game, which told me I was going to plow some cherry fields today. I followed him up to his room, watching his tight ass move beneath the red silk...my tongue almost hanging kadıköy travesti out as his buns hypnotized me. His room was adorable, typical gamer kid, him sitting on his bed, watching me lick the joint...god he had no idea how fucking hot he was. I watched him choke on his first hit, which told me everything I needed to know. He was cherry in every way possible, and I was going to have a good time breaking him in. I leaned in and began to shotgun him a hit, which quickly turned into a kiss. I felt his tongue move tentatively like he was unsure of what the protocol was when kissing a guy. As I attacked his mouth I laid him back on his bed, I could feel his lean, hard body under me and I knew this was going to be a much better day than I had planned. My hands moved up his smooth chest, I tweaked his nipples some and felt him write under me, I moved from his mouth to his ear and he moaned as he held on to me with both hands. I moved down his neck, nibbling as I went, tasting the sweat as I moved down to the top of his pecs and marveled at their perfection. His nipples were dark, quarter-sized morsels, dying to be ate. As I gnawed on one he gasped and I felt his hips buck up in an automatic response. God, he was like a willful pony, begging to be tamed. I moved to the other nipple and his hands moved to my hair, he was lost in erotic sensation and it was turning me the fuck on to hear him whimper from it. As I licked down his chest my tongue traced the hard lines of his abs, each ridge of his eight pack was more intoxicating than the previous one. When I got to his treasure trail I felt my own dick throb, knowing I was almost to the promised land. My hands pulled at the top of his speedo, looking for a small peek of what was inside... Which was when I actually got a good look at what he was packing. I paused, not sure what I was seeing. I hadn't gotten a good look at him in the doorway, I had pried my eyes away from him to prevent me from humping him right there in the foyer. So now, finally noticing that the red material of his swimsuit was barely containing the monster that was within, I felt my breath catch for a moment. It looked like he had stuffed a gym sock in there. It was an obscene bulge, thick as a beer can, it stretched all the way to his hip, the material curling up near the plum-sized head, pulling it away from his skin. I must have just frozen because in a halting voice he asked, "What?" I looked up at him, my head feeling like I was buzzed as fuck. "Is it bad?" Oh my god, he had no idea! "What? No, it's..." my voice sounded like I was talking from far away. I pulled his speedos down and he lifted his hips slowly, allowing me to take them off. Once freed his cock slapped up against his hard abs, making a fleshy slap that made my mouth literally water. Once the speedos were off, he spread his long legs, giving me a perfect shot of his incredible dick. It curved slightly to the left, reaching all the way to his belly button, he was uncut like his brothers, the reddish, purple head of his cock peeking out like a creature waking from a long winter and was hungry. His balls looked like small peaches, they were smooth and clean, begging to be suckled on...I crawled between his legs, watching him look at me, his eyes wide with desire and surprise... Anyone else would have been owning this moment, having me crawl towards their cock, my mouth open in anticipation. But he was shocked this was happening, the best looking guy I had ever seen in real life and he was clueless to why I was drooling to suck his cock. I moved slowly, like I was approaching a nervous colt, just on the verge of running. He was holding his breath and as I slowly, licked the underside of his ballsac I saw his eyes close and his body shake and knew I had him. I rolled one of his obscenely large nuts around and he let out a moan that echoed down the hall. I could have sucked on those fucking balls all day, but that towering cock was too appealing. I couldn't help myself and took a hold of the thick base with one hand. God, it was huge, I could feel the weight of it as I leaned it up and moved the tip towards my mouth. His foreskin moved back and I could see the shiny head of this cock, glistening with precum...reverently I licked up the shaft. "Shit...." he whispered, watching me slowly worship his dick, the first of many I am sure. I could taste the soap he used in the shower, along with the slight taste of his sunscreen and the unmistakable tang of a stud's cock. As I worked up the many inches it took to get to his cockhead, I watched him shudder from his first blowjob. He leaked like crazy, his precum flowing as I worked the head of his cock in my mouth, my tongue introducing him to a whole new world of pleasure. His abs clenched with each movement, his long, lanky legs shaking as his toes curled from my mouth. It was like sucking off the perfect summer boy, it was just amazing to watch him go from amazement, to shock to surprise...and then slowly lean into it his growing lust. His hands hovered over my head at first, he wasn't sure what he was or was not allowed to do. But so I tried to shove as much of his fuckstick into my wanting mouth I felt him grasp my skull, slowly pushing me down further onto him. It wasn't insistent, it was more a suggestion where other guys in his place would have choked me on their hardness without mercy. But instead, he was slowly moving me up and down over his raging dick, like he was just coming to terms with what this swinging log of sex between his legs was actually for. It was amazing to watch him realize what kind of power he had over me. His hands went from barely touching me to holding my head to digging in my hair. He went from laying there, marveling in it to slowly thrusting his hips upwards, shoving that magnificent cock deeper down my throat. "Fuck," he muttered as he felt his cock hit the back of my throat. And you could see the truth start to dawn on him. He thrust up harder and I moaned as I felt his cock fill my mouth, so he did it again. And again. And then again. He was a kid playing with a new toy, seeing how hard he could be and not break it. When he realized I wasn't going to break...he stopped being a bakırköy travesti kid. His hands tightened in my hair and he pulled me down as he pushed up, and just like that I stopped giving him a blow job and began to take his cock. Even then it wasn't cruel, it wasn't forced. He shoved that fucking baseball bat down my throat because it felt good, not because he was trying to degrade me or get me to acknowledge him as the bigger guy. It made it a million times hotter somehow watching this kid slowly evolve into a stud. He got a rhythm going, pumping into my mouth, my tongue sliding up and down the length of his dick. He was speeding up which meant he was close, and as much as I would love to drink this perfect boy's first real load, I had so much more in mind for today. I pulled off his dick, and for a moment he held me down...when I moved his hands he pulled them back. "I'm sorry...I didn't..." I moved up quickly and kissed him, abolishing his fears and letting him know he had done nothing remotely wrong. At first, he let just me kiss him, and then his tongue came alive. He matched my moves for a few and then somewhere in the middle of it, he took charge. He wasn't passive, he wasn't receptive, his tongue moved into my mouth and I felt a thrill move through me as he let me know how and what he wanted. His hands moved to the side of my face, tilting my mouth, and just like that, he was kissing me. He wasn't all that great at first, who is? But as we kept going he got a lot better. It took me a second to realize I was getting into this...fuck this kid was turning me way on. I broke the kiss and he looked up and smiled at me. "God you are beautiful," just fell out of my mouth. He looked embarrassed and god I wanted to just eat this kid up. "You ever fucked someone?" I asked. He shook his head and looked down. I tilted his chin up, "You wanna?" He seemed confused for a moment but he saw my smile and his eyes got wide, "You?" My smile was from ear to ear. "Yes!" he said quickly, "I mean if you want to..." I kissed him again, this time he kissed me back with force, and I knew he was evolving right before my eyes. I got up and shed my clothes in a blur, I looked around and found a bottle of lotion by his nightstand, the image of this kid stroking one out every night making me even hotter. I poured some in my hand and slowly stroked his meat, relishing the heat coming off of his cock with a whimper. I made sure my hole was lubed and then tossed it aside. I straddled his waist and reached behind me to find his pole. "Nervous?" I asked, as I gripped his cock and lined it up with my hole. He nodded, but his eyes looked hungry as well. "Relax," I said, feeling that cockhead push at my hole....and then force its way into me. "Oh god!" he exclaimed as I closed my eyes and felt my entire body react. "Fuck kid..." I moaned, feeling more and more cock slide into my jock hole, filling me completely up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...." he began to mutter as he felt my hole grip his cock like a velvet glove. I kept sliding down until I felt his pubes grind up against my ass. "Jesus Christ..." I intoned as I felt my ass flutter around this kid's fucking cock. "Is that ok?" he asked, staying completely still. I nodded, eyes closed in ecstasy. "Does it hurt?" "In the best way," I assured him. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, and it just took my breath away. He was so...I don't even know. Those large blue eyes, looking up at me, worried he was hurting me when every instinct he had was to just start plowing into me. God...he was... "What?" he asked, a moment of self-consciousness passing over him. I took his hands and put them on my waist, "Pull me up slightly...as you slide out." His cock slowly side out as I pulled me up, and then without me saying a word he pushed me back down and thrust up. "FUCK!" I called out, as he thrust into me. "Oh shit...." he moaned as he pulled me up again. "Do it," I said and he slammed me again, sending small shocks through my whole body. "YES!" I screamed as I felt him bottom out in me. He hit me again and then again and the next thing you know I had ten inches of fucking stud cock sending my brain into overdrive. "Good?" he asked as he railed me like no one had before. "Fuck me...shit fuck...." I whimpered as this fucking kid fucked me harder and better than guys who were years older than him. "More?" I nodded and he sped up, his hips impacting mine, making my cock leak with each shot. His hands were holding me tight now, fucking me so hard that my eyes were rolling back into my head. "Fuck me Mark...shit fuck me with that donkey dick!" His answer was to fuck me so hard his ass left the bed, I felt my ass spasm around his meat as I felt my brains melting under this stud's moves. Holy fuck once this kid had some experience he was going to kill guys with this cock. I began rutting back into him and I knew this kid was going to ruin me for any other fuck I had. "You like it?" he asked, sweat making his features glow. "Oh fuck yeah," I squealed, feeling this little stud play me like a fiddle. "Yeah ride it..." he growled and I felt his cock throb in me, "Ride my dick..." "Fuck me, Mark..oh shit fuck me..." He stopped talking and just began to fuck me like a savage, making me cry out his name as I felt my balls begin to tingle. "I'm close..." he whined. "Shoot in me!" I pleaded, "Fucking breed me, Mark..." "Gonna cum..." he moaned, slamming me harder and harder, "Gonna..." His cock expanded in my ass and I felt my own cock go as this little stud flooded my ass with his seed. My hole was vibrating around his cock as I painted his smooth chest with my cum. Finally, I rolled off of him, moaning as I felt his cock slide out of me. I collapsed, covered in sweat and cum next to him. He was panting, staring up at the ceiling in awe. "So..." he asked between breaths, "Was I good?" I turned to look at him and damned if he was really asking me. I turned towards him and kissed him, I was delighted to feel him take charge of the kiss and rolled me onto my back. Now I was staring up at him, the way his bangs fell down over his face made him just adorable. "That was the best sex...ever." His smile was radiant, "Really?" I nodded. "So...you wanna do it again?" I looked down and saw his cock was already getting hard. I felt my ass spasm in response. "Fuck me Mark...fuck me like you mean it." He smiled and kissed me again. This was going to be an amazing summer.