Indoctrination Chapter 2_(1) by lawthor21

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. They then walked through the back doors and to the indoor pool where the test was to take place. There was nobody else there. The officer’s program had rented the entire pool and the lifeguard had long since left as there would be nobody else there until the pool closed. The two girls came out of their locker room next and stood next to the three boys and Ryan. He put them at attention in a single line and waited for a minute. He ordered all of them to take off their shirts, leaving the girls wearing a one piece swimsuit and shorts, and the guys bear chested.

One of the best parts of being an upperclassman was getting to “inspect” the new cadets. While he was presumably eyeing their uniforms for deficiencies he could take them in at his leisure. The red headed girl was first, though her bright green eyes were the prettiest part of her and Ryan had already seen those. The short blonde girl was after her. She was very short and pretty fit and Ryan had seen that when she was in full uniform. What that uniform hid however, were her perfect c cup breasts. The tight swim suit she wore now did nothing to hide them, and on such a small girl they stood out in perfect twin hills below her short cut blonde hair. “She will get a few upperclassmen in trouble” he thought. Whether it would be upper class boys or an upper class girl she gets caught with was the real question. Next came two dark haired boys; the early boy with his perpetual frown and another slightly taller but with a similarly intense look. These were the stereotypes. Both were lean but muscular and looked straight ahead with unblinking brown eyes. In time they would relax to the standard familiarity common to this school, but for now they were military from head to toe.

Then came Alex. As Ryan moved to Alex’s spot on the line, the boy met his gaze but kept his look professional for once. Ryan finally got to see more than just the head and hands the formal uniform showed, and he was not disappointed. The boy’s leg and arm hair was so fine and blonde it would be easy to mistake him for shaven. Though he had a runners build, he was not hard, and his smooth chest and torso matched his arms and legs in the fine blonde hairs. Two small round nipples dotted his chest and between his barely visible pecs ran a small valley. Ryan followed that valley with his eyes down to Alex’s belly, where beginnings of a six pack were etched in the otherwise soft pale skin. Below that his waistline pointed ever so slightly towards his crotch, and Ryan imagined he could see the outline off the boy’s soft penis in the tight shorts. All of this was assessed in a second, and as soon as he snapped back to his senses, Ryan declared their uniforms acceptable and ordered them to climb in the pool.

The first part of the test was to tread water for ten minutes. It was hardly a challenge, and Ryan did it with the cadets to make sure none of them were having any trouble. After that, it was time for the laps. Three back and forth, no time requirement, just to finish it in one go. They divided into two groups so they could spread out the lanes. Alex and the girls went first, all swimming leisurely and all finishing having hardly broken a sweat. Ryan went with the two dark haired boys just for fun. As he expected, they were eager to prove how fast they were. They pushed each other the entire first lap as Ryan lingered close behind them. Then, when they made the second turn Ryan exploded ahead of both of them and by the time they were done was nearly a pool length ahead of them. It was probably kind of a dickish thing to do, showing up new cadets, but they were the ones who started the race and this was the one thing Ryan was really good at. When everyone had caught their breath, Ryan lined them back up and explained the final test.

It consisted of a wearing a simple ammo belt, light enough to swim in, and jumping into the water. They then had to remain submerged until they undid the two buckles and took the belt off. If they took it off before they surfaced for air, they passed. Ryan strapped on the belt, exhaled half of his air so he could more easily stay submerged, and jumped into the pool. He then let out the other half of his air so he could stay on the bottom. The actual test takers would likely have the belt off before they even finished descending from their jump, but Ryan wanted to stay down as long as possible for the demonstration. After removing the belt and resurfacing, he got control of his breath and pass the belt off to the first dark haired boy. Both the dark haired boys and the redhead girl got the belt off with no trouble before they resurfaced. The blonde girl, however, didn’t quite get it off in time. Ryan assured her this part of the test was kind of pointless as it only really tested one’s ability to strip. He told her she could try again next week and that she only had to come to one remedial lesson to be held immediately after the others finished the test.