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. That would mean he would have the entire pool to himself for that last hour, as the department had reserved it for the whole three hour block. A good swim was exactly what he needed to vent his frustration and get his head right for the school year that would begin the week after indoctrination ended.

When Ryan got to the pool on the other side of town, there were already two new cadets standing at the door. The redhead girl he met earlier, and a dark haired muscular boy who wore a perpetually focused frown on his face. The new cadets had twenty minutes until they were supposed to be there. The redhead must have been trying to make up for her misplaced patch and the boy was probably just trying to impress the older cadets. “Waste of time”, Ryan thought, “ I’m just the swim instructor.” Ryan greeted them much more amiably this time. After the first day, much of the formality that persisted at other programs melted away at this school. The unit was small, and by the end of the first semester all of the cadets were friendly with each other and the instructors. Ryan apologized to the redhead girl for scaring her the first day and chatted with the boy about which freshman dorms were the best. It wasn’t long until the others arrived. Alex showed up last, though still five minutes early. As he walked up he greeted Ryan like he was just one of the guys. Ryan managed to keep the butterflies in his stomach to a manageable level by reciting his conclusions that Alex was just being friendly. He even managed to suppress what would have been a catastrophic erection in the short PT shorts. “Alright, let’s go in and get our stuff put up, then I will brief you at the pool

He directed the two girls to the girls locker rooms on the other side of the pool to put their change of clothes in the lockers there, then told the boys to follow him. The men’s locker room was small, just a handful of rental lockers and some cubbies for visitors. Ryan put his change of clothes into the top right corner and told the others to put their stuff on the same row.