This year I, Paul Dehner, will graduate from Bruder Marine Academy, the toughest muthafuckin kick ass mens' Academy in the South. Back in H. S. us jocks ruled. Even the teachers were scared shitless of us. My Pa, Jack Dehner, is a biker cop, n' since I was old enuff to wipe me own butthole, me n' him been's workin' out together. I've got a big burly bod, hairy chest, belly & butt. Pa says he's waitin' fer my boy brain to catch up to my man nuts. That's why he chose Bruder. They know how to make the rowdiest fucka's shape up.
I was all set to bunk in the open barracks, till Pa's best bud Tom Casey, my best bud's Pa, called on me n' Pa one nite. "The fuckin' barracks man, ain't yer boy done enuff cock fistin', n' face fuckin' in H. S.?" Tom yelled to Pa, "So much man juice squirts outta those lads every day, the cocksuckin' dorm smells like a used scumbag."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ Tom me pal, Paul ain't gonna learn self discipline if'n he gets his'n nuts drained any time he needs it." Pa winked at Tom, n' chuckled, "That's fer full grown men like us to do." Both Pa n' Tom hauled their throbbin' dicks outta their jockstraps n' started strokin'. "Where's yer boy Jim kippin'?"
"An ex-drill master pal o' mine, Joe Schmitt, runs a trainin' hostel, only 5 cadets, n' he gives each the strict attention needed to make 'em into men. He has a spot fer jes one more. If'n ya need proof of the man trainin me bud Joe deals out, how bout you, me n Paul lad pay Joe a weekend visit. The boys are off fer the weekend, so's ya can see Joe in full 24 hour action. Ya know how fuckin cocky my Jimmy boy was, well ya'll fuckin shit when ya see what Joe has achieved in 1 year of hands on discipline. Why don't I give the ole muthafucka a call?"
I was all set to bunk in the open barracks, till Pa's best bud Tom Casey, my best bud's Pa, called on me n' Pa one nite. "The fuckin' barracks man, ain't yer boy done enuff cock fistin', n' face fuckin' in H. S.?" Tom yelled to Pa, "So much man juice squirts outta those lads every day, the cocksuckin' dorm smells like a used scumbag."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ Tom me pal, Paul ain't gonna learn self discipline if'n he gets his'n nuts drained any time he needs it." Pa winked at Tom, n' chuckled, "That's fer full grown men like us to do." Both Pa n' Tom hauled their throbbin' dicks outta their jockstraps n' started strokin'. "Where's yer boy Jim kippin'?"
"An ex-drill master pal o' mine, Joe Schmitt, runs a trainin' hostel, only 5 cadets, n' he gives each the strict attention needed to make 'em into men. He has a spot fer jes one more. If'n ya need proof of the man trainin me bud Joe deals out, how bout you, me n Paul lad pay Joe a weekend visit. The boys are off fer the weekend, so's ya can see Joe in full 24 hour action. Ya know how fuckin cocky my Jimmy boy was, well ya'll fuckin shit when ya see what Joe has achieved in 1 year of hands on discipline. Why don't I give the ole muthafucka a call?"