Destination Mars, Part 2 (The Jr Academy)

DESTINATION MARS: THE JUNIOR ACADAMY of AERONAUTICAL STUDIES

After living his childhood on a government ordered rural farm with his parents, Hardy Cochran at the age of seventeen had been recruited for a special academy; training young men and women for an astronaut program. Mankind had squandered almost all of the world’s resources and now governments were collecting gifted children and training them to save the planet. Some were sent to colleges where forestry was taught. These youngsters job would be to figure out a way to stop deforestation, speed up the growth of plant life while all the time still supplying the world with energy. Others were sent to science colleges in an attempt to discover alternate energy sources with enough power to keep the world alive.

Hardy was a back-up plan. He and others from around the world were to be groomed for an historic flight. A space journey to Mars where the team would prove that mankind could inhabit the planet and then set up domiciles for others to come and populate the new world. It had been four years since Hardy had left his parents, farm and best friend Ron behind. He worked night and day to be top of his class and that left little time for anything else.

Everyone at the Junior Academy of Aeronautical Studies, knew that only the top twenty percent of the class would graduate and move on to the next stage. The others would be returned to whatever government job their family was assigned to, marked as failures for life. Hardy was not about to let that happen. He had kept a close eye on all the professors and Dean Dustin, of the junior military college looking for anything he could use to get in good with them and increase his chances for advancement. So far they all remained aloof.

The living situation in the barrack was set up for maximum study, physical conditioning and sleep. It was an open bay dorm in which at the beginning of the year at least forty beds were filled with young men cadets. Now as the final semester was coming to a close there were less than half the beds filled and only a few of those had what it would take to graduate. One day while running from one class to another, Hardy turned a corner and ran smack into Dean Dustin, who was carrying a cup of coffee. Hardy’s laptop briefcase went one way and the coffee spilt right down the dean’s shirt and pants.

Without thinking Hardy grabbed his handkerchief and while stumbling over apology after apology he tried to wipe the coffee off the dean’s uniform. As Hardy wiped downward from shirt to pants he was so upset at what had happened he didn’t realize he was rubbing the dean’s crotch; that is until he noticed Dean Dustin’s cock was beginning to respond. The dean backed up a step and ordered Hardy to attention. When Hardy snapped too, the dean smiled an oddly seductive smile at him and laughed, “Its ok. These things happen. Grab your laptop and don’t be late for class.”

Hardy was so grateful; he thanked the dean, grabbed his briefcase and stood at attention to salute him. He looked his commanding officer in the eye and then let his eyes drift down to the dean’s crotch for a moment and then they made eye contact again. Hardy looked into the deans eyes and said, “Thankyou General Dustin sir. If there is anything I can ever do to make it up to you; you can count on me.”

The dean paused a moment and quizzically said, “Is that so? I’ll remember this conversation if I ever need anything. For now just do your best and make sure you make the cut.” Hardy and the dean then parted ways and for the most part Hardy forgot the conversation had ever happened. The incident had unfolded a few weeks before final exams and now with the testing days of the final semester right at his doorstep, Hardy was notified that General Dustin wanted a meeting with him in is office. He was scheduled to arrive at the end of the day when he was through with his classes. Hardy’s heart sunk for that is the way all of the cadets received their dismissal notices, when they had fallen below the expected mark and were sent home.

Hardy finished his last class and was crossing the campus lawn when he was met by the dean himself. “I am having some construction work done in my office cadet, I hope you don’t mind if we have our meeting at my private office in my living quarters.