Sid G

Boys of the CIA

Chapter 1
First Day

It was a beautiful afternoon on one of the smaller Hawaiian Islands. Kennard leaned back on his lounge chair watching the young hunks parade past him in their too small Speedos.

He knew why they were on this remote stretch of white beach. To try and impress the richest fourteen-year-old in the world. And Kennard didn't mind a bit as he tried to make his choice. It wasn't love on either side. He got company and the lucky boy got a ride on his hard ten-inches [25 cm] plus whatever gifts fell his way for however long Kennard decided to keep him around.

A new boy appeared, about his own age with shining red hair to complement his own strawberry blond shoulder length locks. The boy turned his head and smiled. Kennard smiled back and waved the boy over. The others drifted off till the next time.

Kennard heard steps coming across the beach from behind him. He pushed himself up in…

The vision vanished and Kennard was back in his room in the Alaskan log cabin he shared with his parents. He quickly slipped his sweat shorts on, willing his five and half inch [14 cm] cut cock to subside.

There was a knock on the door and the knob twisted but this time he'd locked it.

A month earlier he'd forgotten to and his father walked in to see the full beach scene including a thirteen-year-old raven haired boy sucking his son's cock.

Scared both of them to hell and back. Especially when as the scene faded Kennard blew his load through the fading boy's head. His father had locked the door behind him then just waved his arm back and forth.

Finally their matching deep blue eyes matched.

"Dad, I'm gay," Kennard said.

His father laughed, "Son, that's been obvious for a while and neither your mother nor I care. Just glad you finally told me."

Kennard moved and hugged his Dad. "Thanks, I was worried a little bit. But why were you surprised then?"

"Let's see, I open my son's bedroom door to find him on a beach with the ocean in the background being blown by a way cute young boy. Not to mention the other couples around you on the sand."

"You, you saw that? That's so way cool. Never had anybody see it before. Was it believable?"

"Way believable. How long have you been able to do that?"

"Always, just gotten better with it since I hit puberty and realized I was gay. Only do it when I'm alone though, everybody at school thinks I'm enough of a freak as is."

They sat silently for a while.

"Son, do you know what I did before we moved here?"

"Traveling salesman. Why you were always away from home."

"Field agent for the CIA and I still work for them. My office is a listening post for communications from northeastern Russia. Out of loyalty to both you and them there's something we have to talk about.

Another knock on the door. "Honey, Dad's home with the man from the school."

"Right there, just got to comb my hair," Kennard said as he switched from the shorts to a pair of slacks and a clean white shirt before slipping on a pair of loafers over his bare feat. Then he combed his hair and took a deep breath.

As he entered the living room the man he'd been waiting for stood. Could have been the boy in the fantasy's father. Or the boy as a grownup. Kennard walked over and shook his hand, held it for longer than necessary.

Then a little longer.

"Hello Kennard, my name is Blaine Roberts and I'm headmaster of the Boy's School for the Talented."

"Hi, please sit," Kennard said, finally dropping the man's hand.

Roberts sat back next to Kennard's father on the couch while the boy sat next to his mother on the love seat along the other wall.

"My school is for boys like you Kennard. Ranging from twelve to eighteen, intelligent, gay."

"Gay?" the boy said.

"Yes, every boy is gay and is comfortable with it. You see when we first decided to establish this program it was a coed school with all orientations. We quickly discovered that the students with the greatest potential were gays and lesbians and they did better in single-sex schools."

"What kind of potential? Most sex appeal?"

"Kennard!" his mother said.

"Typical teen," his father said.

"Partly, but they all have special talents. Like you do. Could you show me yours?" Blaine said.

Kennard turned to the far wall and a shimmer appeared that resolved itself to a school hallway, first just on the wall and then projected toward him till the whole room was enveloped. From the end of the whole a group of older boys appeared.

"Hey asshole, brought your parents and bodyguard with you today? Think that's going to stop us from beating you in gym freak?" one of the boys said.

Another shoved Kennard and both Kennard and his mother shook from the blow.

An older man turned the corner into view and walked up to them. His wrinkled face was punctuated with a sneer. "You finally came to withdraw your boy and place him somewhere he'll fit in? Good, the form's been ready since the day you enrolled him. Follow me."

"Who is that asshole?" Roberts asked.

"My principal. Does this answer your question?" Kennard replied and the picture vanished.

"That you can project so others can see and you are willing to come to the school. Those questions it does. Can you do places you've never been to?"

"If I've seen a place in the movies or on television a few times I can do a decent job. Like my Hawaiian beach fantasy. Check it out.

The shimmer and then the beach enveloped them with the boys walking up and down.

"Doesn't have the same detail as the school but if I keep it simple clear enough. From total imagination or still pictures, that I can't do," Kennard said.

"That's something we can work on at school. Can you get that redhead to come to you?"

Kennard waved at the boy and signaled him to come over. "In this fantasy I'm the richest fourteen-year-old in the world and they all want me. I'm cute, hot, hung and generous for as long as they keep my attention."

The fantasy boy bent over and kissed Kennard and began rubbing his growing bulge. Kennard slipped a hand between Speedo and skin.

"That will be enough son," his father said.

"First, can you have the boy stand and turn around slowly."

The boy stood, stepped back and turned.

"Amazing, totally amazing. You've obviously have other talents as well or the coincidence level is off the scale. That boy looks exactly like one of our pupils."

"Thought it could be your son when I saw you. Saw him for the first time right before you came."

"Nephew actually. So we'll leave in two days for Virginia."

"OK," Kennard said with a smile.

Roberts took an envelope from his suit pocket and handed it to Kennard's father.

"Enrollment papers?"

"Transfer orders back to Langley in a month. They need you there for something or other. Nothing to do with your son. Just wanted to wait till our discussion ended so it didn't influence your son's decision."

It was the second morning after they left when the limousine rolled through the iron gates before pulling up in front of the school's administration building. It was a huge campus. Kennard wondered how many young gay talents were there. They got out of the car and headed into the building.

"Welcome to Boy's School for the Talented. You're home for the next four years and maybe longer. Outside of your regular subjects you will have extra gym to develop your body and time with our talent instructors to get you to explore, expand and understand your talents," Roberts said as they walked along the marble corridor.

"Cool."

"Since you've already 'seen' him I've arranged for Randy to meet us at my office. He'll take you to get fitted for your school uniforms and then to your dorm. You'll be sharing your room with three other boys."

Roberts opened the door and waved Kennard in. Rising from the couch was the boy in Kennard's fantasies. The boy he'd waved over twice was walking toward him with a smile on his face and his hand out. Instead of a tiny Speedo he was wearing the school uniform. Navy blue shorts stopping an inch or so above the knees with a matching blazer. The jacket had the school logo on it. The button down dress shirt was white and the silk navy tie also had the logo on it. Kennard couldn't get a good look at the logo. Randy wore black spit-shined loafers and navy socks that came up to mid-calf, leaving a fair amount of naked teenaged boy skin showing.

"Hi, I'm Randy Roberts and I'm glad to meet you," the redheaded boy said.

"Kennard Blandings, pleased to meet you."

A mumble from behind.

"Hello Headmaster Roberts. Pleasure to see you," Randy said.

"Is that how you greet your uncle?"

Randy grinned, walked over and gave him a hug.

"Wasn't sure how rule applied right now," Randy turned to Kennard, "while everybody knows Headmaster is my uncle we keep it formal most of the time."

"Well I won't tell. Hear you're supposed to take me around and get me settled in."

Randy looked him up and down. "Oh, I think you'll get settled in fast enough."

"I meant uniforms and dorm and the general tour Randolph," Roberts said.

"That is what I meant," Randy said and wiggled his tongue.

"Now go, and remember to stop by the computer lab so he can register then send his parents an email telling them he's alive and we haven't started torturing him yet," Roberts said.

"Yes Headmaster," both boys said and left.

"He was kidding?" Kennard said as they walked down the hall.

"Which part?"

"Torture darling."

Kennard blushed as he realized what he said. Randy turned, smiled which caused him to blush even more. Randy turned and after taking a quick look kissed Kennard on the lips.

"And torture is an optional class we can take in a couple of years. That's to be the torturer. The 'victims' are volunteers from any class. There's a couple of twelves who are constantly bruised but with big smiles on their faces," Randy said when they'd both caught their breath.

"What? What you say?"

Randy gave him another peck on the lips then took his hand. "Come on, we've got lots to do and not much time if we want to make lunch on time."

The boys smiled at each other as each felt the warm growth in their groin.

After a long moment they started walking, enjoying feeling their new friends hand in their own.

"So everybody's really gay?" Kennard asked.

"Amazing isn't it. Bet you swore you were the only one in Boondocks, Alaska or whatever it was called."

"Yep yep. If we'd stayed in Arlington maybe it would have been better but Dad got transferred just at the wrong time. So what's your talent?"

"Besides hot mouth and hotter ass?"

"Those are probably more important here but the one that got you in."

"Look down."

Kennard did and realized they were walking two feet [60 cm] over the floor. He gripped Randy's hand a little tighter.

"How long?"

"About five minutes. Beginning to wonder if you'd ever notice."

"If we went outside like this?"

"Everybody would wonder who Randy Randy Roberts fell in love with this time. Wouldn't really cause too much of a stir though. Levitation and telekinesis are among the more common psychic talents on campus. More paths than anything though. There's a senior history class where talking is forbidden and a strict code of honor on quizzes and tests."

Their feet returned to the floor and Randy led the way into a large bright room filled with bolts of navy blue cloth and rows of white shirts.

"Be right with you Randy," there was a slight pause, "Kennard. Kennard? That really your name lad?" said an out of sight man with a distinctly British accent.

"It derives from Old English my good man. It means royal guard."

A tall rail thin man in his sixties patted out from the back. "Don't you 'my good man' me you young whippersnapper or I'll forget to sew up the back of your trousers."

"Make my life easier," Randy said and Kennard blushed.

"Be harder to do my guarding if you did that Sir," Kennard said.

"Too true boy, too true. Now according to what your mum sent these should fit you. Now go try them on and come back out," and handed him a hanger with a blazer and pants and another with a shirt and tie.

"Can I help him Mr. Taylor?" Randy asked.

"No, I don't have that much time this morning to utilize your, um, helping hand."

Before leaving the fitting room Kennard took a look at himself in the full-length mirror. A week ago he would have found the outfit dorky but after seeing Randy in it and now himself there was a definite coolness factor and a related hot factor as well.

Kennard took the jacket off and took a good look at the logo. It was a brain with an assault rifle on the left crossing with a telescope coming from the right. Underneath the logo were the letters BST.

He put the jacket back on, made sure everything was straight and walked out.

"Holy Mary mother of God. This old queen can retire now that I've seen the perfect fit," Mr. Taylor said while fanning himself with his hand.

"Oh man, you were made for these uniforms. I'm going to have to beat every other boy off with a bat," Randy said.

Kennard smiled.

A half hour later the two boys left with Kennard still wearing his uniform and carrying two more while Randy fondled, carried his old clothes and gym uniforms.

"Those gym shorts are a little short and tight," Kennard said.

"And when we play games it is shirts vs. skins and occasionally the stakes are interesting."

"So I guess we're heading to the dorms?"

"Yes, that large building over there houses all the students and our wardens," Randy pointed to a square four-story building. "Fourth floor left are the twelves, right the thirteens and so on till juniors and seniors on the ground floor."

"Wardens?"

"There's a nicer more formal name but what started as a nasty nickname became common usage. Bruce Withers is our age head warden and is a cool guy but a top telepath so don't bother lying to him. You'll be the fourth in my room."

"Your room?" Kennard said and couldn't stop the smile from spreading.

"It took at least three room shifts to keep everybody happy but it seems uncle wanted us together. Don't understand why but now that I've met you I'm glad."

"I understand, has to do with my talent and when I demonstrated it. Who are the other two boys?"

Randy put his hand on Kennard's shoulder.

"In the room, where we have some privacy, I promise darling. Now tell me about our roommates."

"Ok, we're a pair at about 5'6" [1.65 m] each and similar hair color. Stephen, and it's always Stephen with the "f" sound and never Steve, and Jorge are a couple inches shorter and darker complexioned. Jorge is Mexican-American and proud of his heritage."

"Cool."

"We've got every nationality, religion, race and stripe in the rainbow flag here along with a wide variety of talents. It is imperative that whatever prejudices you have you dump in that garbage can by the front door."

"Spent last two years being so far on the outside at school I don't care if the guy in the next room is a green and purple Martian with three hands and four legs."

"Nope, he's a fifteen."

"How many cocks?"

"Hey, I was just kidding," Randy said.

"Gotcha."

Randy shook his head and headed inside the building. The lobby was sparsely decorated with a couple couches and some plants. They took the elevator to the third floor and turned left.

"Everybody's at class right now which is why it's so quiet. From end of study hall to curfew this place rocks, raps, reggaes, then you have Vincent with his classical. Sexually we're kind of open but if there's a towel on a closed door you do not knock, go in or use your talent to check what's going on. No means no and rapes gets you five to ten. On the other hand if you happen across a bunch of boys screwing in the hallway feel free to join in."

"Not sure ready for that yet."

"That's fine with me. Here we are, we face the inside quad which doesn't have the greatest view unless someone leaves the shades open. But it is more prestigious since the story is the more promising talents get the inside block for security," Randy opened the door and waved Kennard in, "welcome to your new home."

"Wow, it's huge."

"Three rooms plus full bath. On the left is our room and the bath, on the right is Stephan and Jorge's room and a small refrigerator for drinks and snacks. No cooking allowed."

As they finished putting Kennard's clothing away they heard the front door open, footsteps and then the door closing. The two boys looked at each other.

"Where are you Randy? I know you're here?" said a Hispanic accented voice.

"Jorge, in my room. What are you doing here?"

Instead of the expected one boy two walked in. Kennard assumed the Hispanic boy was Jorge and the other was similar enough to be a relative.

"Didn't want you hogging our new roommate. Hi, I'm Jorge and I'm a telepath."

"And I'm Stephan, and it's always the Stephan with the "f" sound. Despite what this one may have told you. And I'm an electrokinetic."

"That is what Randy told me about your name but what the hell is an electrokinetic?"

"To keep it simple for now it means I can put my hands on a piece of machinery and get it running. Theoretically they tell me I could get a plane to fly just by holding the controls."

"Fortunately they haven't tested that because he has trouble using a knife and fork much less complicated machinery," Jorge said earning a playful shove from Stephan. "Now what's your talent?"

"Yea, and you hinted it was why they went to all that trouble to put you and me together," Randy said.

Kennard sat on the bed and motioned his new roommates to do the same. "Headmaster seems to think I have some precognitive abilities but this is what I'm really here for. Just watch."

In seconds the four of them were in the headmaster's office being scolded for tardiness. Then Mr. Taylor crawled out from under the desk and said he was finished with his fitting.

"That's super, so real," Jorge said.

"Shit, was getting ready to beg for forgiveness," Stephan said.

"Only answers half the question," Randy said.

"OK, this is the second scene I showed Headmaster during my interview. It's pure fantasy from someplace I've never been so it's not quite as sharp. You'll be able to see it but you won't be in this one," Kennard said.

The shimmer and Kennard was in his beach chair. The Speedos were a little tighter today and the cocks a little bigger. The usual procession of young studs walked back and forth and Kennard could almost hear heavy breathing coming from somewhere behind him on the beach.

Then the redheaded boy made his appearance. This time he came up to Kennard unbidden twirled and began to remove his suit.

"That's me! You put me into your fantasy!" Randy shouted.

"Thing is you first appeared the day your uncle came to see me."

The fantasy disappeared and the room was silent.

"You knew headmaster was coming?" Jorge said.

"Yes, but not what he looked like or anything. When I first saw him I thought he could be the grown up version of the boy but he was just as startled as me when he saw it."

Bells started ringing and the boys' head's jerked up and stomachs started to growl.

"Saved by the bell Kennard. Let's go to lunch, we'll figure all this out later," Jorge said.

"Just don't tell anybody about this, remember how a lot of people even here feel about precogs," Stephan said.

Great, Kennard thought to himself, another place that may look at me as an unwanted freak.

Jorge whirled and put his hands on Kennard's upper arms. "That's not what he meant. Nobody here's going to think you're a freak. May not want to know what's coming except for tests but nobody will think you're strange because of your talent. Now if you behave like a freak we are teenaged boys and you know how nasty we can be."

"How, how'd you know?"

"Darling, I have a hundredth the telepathic power of Jorge and I heard you. He's right though," Randy said.

"Darling?" Stephan and Jorge said.

"He called me darling first," Randy said.

"And you seemed to like it."

"That I did. Now let's get to lunch before we starve."

The four boys ran down the stairs and walked to the low building next door. About 250 other boys streaming in from all parts of the campus almost trampled them at the front doors and to Kennard it was a miracle that not only did he keep his feet but also he hadn't become separated from his new friends.

"Shit, I thought feeding frenzy at my old school was bad but this is deadly," Kennard said.

"You'll get used to it, but don't worry, there are plenty of tables and plenty of food and it's pretty good. Not mama's cooking but good," Stephan said.

"He's never tasted my mother's cooking. This is great," Randy said.

"Right now I don't care whose momma is cooking I'm hungry," Jorge said, his accent noticeably thicker.

Kennard followed his new roommates and friends into the cafeteria and onto one of several lines. He noticed the variety of height, size and physiques of his fellow students. The ones on his line seemed to be his age or a little older so he guessed each line corresponded to a dorm floor. Since there were only about sixty-four students on the floor the line moved quickly and there were several of his lunchtime favorites. He took two slices of pizza, fresh fruit and a large soda before following along to a table.

Instead of row upon row of long tables there were a variety, from those, to small tables for two or four to big round tables. Kennard was led to one of the latter where four other boys already sat. He could feel them looking at him and wondered if the path that was certainly among them was reading him.

Kennard heard inside his head. It surprised him and he hoped he hadn't shown it.

"Now this is our new roommate Kennard Blandings of the Arlington Virginia and Boondocks Alaska Blandings," Randy said. "From left to right is Skylar who makes me look celibate, Victor is the Jap with the blue streaks top and bottom."

"Japanese not Jap Randy. Welcome Kennard."

"Thank you, and it's Old English for royal guard."

"You're a telepath?" Victor asked.

"No, just almost everyone asks the question," Kennard said, shrugged and turned to Randy.

"Sorry Vic, just teasing. Next to Victor are Paul and Phil and yes they are identical twins down to their tastes in boys. They all live in the room across from ours and we always have at least lunch together if not more."

"Glad to meet you. How long have you been here?"

"Actually I think we all started as twelves. About eighty percent of the students do and it's rare anybody over fourteen comes in," Skylar said. "Now I'm sure you know about your roomies abilities. Victor and I are paths and the twins are kinetics who can bond to increase their powers exponentially. So what's your talent?"

"Nobody's ever given it a name, at least to me. Guess I'm a projector."

"What's that?" Paul and Phil said.

"I project pictures, whole scenes that you can see and you'll believe is really there.

"Never heard of that, let's see you do it," Skylar said.

Kennard shook his head, "It isn't that easy, but could you hand me a napkin from the holder by your elbow?"

Skylar grinned at his triumph. "Sure."

He reached and his hand went right through it.

"Gotcha, can also turn this room into a Hawaiian Island beach."

"That was awesome when he did that in our room before lunch. And the young studs on the beach were out of this world," Stephan said.

"And how real are these boys?" Victor asked.

"Well the reason I'm here is that my Dad opened my bedroom door as I was being blown by a raven haired boy. Shot right through his head."

"Your father's?" Paul said.

"No, but about three weeks later here I am," Kennard said and picked up a slice of pizza.

Kennard had just taken his first bite when Randy said, "Three weeks? How'd they find you so fast?"

"My father knew about the school through work."

"That's impossible," Stephan said, "you know who runs this school and it's not like they go advertising."

"Unless your father works for the same company my uncles does," Randy said.

Kennard smiled and put his fingers to his lips. "I thought we were here to eat lunch and I'm starving."

The other boys started eating and by the time they were finished they were telling Kennard all kinds of stories about BST.

When they were finished Randy turned to his new friend. "I'm to take you to the office so you can meet your guidance counselor to go over your schedule and other stuff. I can't stay; I have to get to class. When you're done go back to the room put everything away and relax. You have to be at the gym at four for class. You can wear your gym clothes if you want since its last period or you can change there. Most change there."

"Lead on darling," Kennard said and got a round of wolf whistles in return.

"Don't mind them dear, they're just jealous Randy Randy got the cute new boy on campus, again."

"Watch it Kennard, he'll just use you and send you away crying, just like he's done a hundred others," Paul said.

"We'll see about that," Kennard said and he and Randy left.

Halfway across the quad Kennard realized Randy hadn't said a word since they left.

"You all right? If you don't like the darling bit just tell me."

Randy sighed. "I love it but while I don't think I've had sex with that many boys here it may be close. Randy Randy is not just a nickname I guess. But, I know we just met and you know, but hope this times different. Really."

All sorts of replies flew through Kennard's head but he couldn't decide so he decided actions speak louder than words so he pulled Randy in tight and kissed him passionately on the mouth.

They parted and smiled at each other. Randy took Kennard's hand and walked him over to the guidance office and left him there with another kiss.

Ms. Hanley, who proudly told him she was one of the few straight women on campus, showed Kennard straight into Mr. Arnold's office. The guidance counselor was in his late forties and almost completely bald. There was something about the man that bothered Kennard but he listened attentively as he was lectured on the rules, the importance of being on time to all his classes and on not abusing his talents.

It was quiet in the dorm so after putting everything away, which didn't take long, he set the alarm for 3:30 and took a nap.

Waking refreshed Kennard put his gym clothes into a bag and headed over. He continued to be amazed at the size of the school for so few students. Arriving at the gym with plenty of time to spare he started to walk around the building. When he reached the rear he discovered a barbed wire fence with plenty of signs warning it was electrified. The fence stretched as far as he could see in both directions and no matter how hard he looked Kennard couldn't spot anything to explain the fence. Kennard found it curious that the fence was so close to the buildings for no apparent reason.

When he returned to the front of his building he saw his friends and what looked like the rest of the fourteens approaching. He waited and walked in with Randy, Jorge and Stephan but didn't have a chance to ask about the fence, which he quickly forgot about while changing, and watching the other boys change as well.

While most of the boys were white Jorge was not the only Hispanic. There were also some African-Americans and Native-Americans in the class. Victor was the only Oriental and there were no Arabs and this Kennard found odd but felt it wasn't the place to ask.

Where his uniform shorts ended an inch over his knees his gym shorts ended a couple inches below his butt and were tight, especially around the mandatory jockstrap. But then all the other boys were in the same condition so it was rather enjoyable.

"Enough sightseeing we've got to get into the gym," Stephan said while giving a tug.

"This the whole class?" Kennard asked as he followed along.

"All thirty-two of us, which is the maximum for any class. Now quiet once we go through the door and stand on one of the circles along the edge. Both feet on the circle or five laps."

Kennard shut his mouth because he didn't want to be embarrassed his first day.

To the new student the gym teacher was an Adonis. Six feet four inches [1.93 m] with muscles popping the seams of his shirt and shorts and blond hair that ended right below his shoulder blades and held in place with a rainbow headband.

"Ah, I see the last circle is finally occupied. Please come forward and introduce yourself."

Kennard walked around from the last row and up to the teacher who looked even bigger up close.

"My name is Kennard Blandings and I'm originally from Arlington, Virginia and I just arrived this morning. This is my first class."

"My name is Coach Cody and I hope to get you into the best shape of your life. Let's break you in right; rules say you have to wear jockstraps. Drop your shorts and show me yours.

The other students started clapping and Kennard grinned and slowly began to lower his shorts. He turned to face the coach, which meant his classmates were getting a good look at his ass.

"Enough of a show boy. Pull them up and let's get ready to play some soccer. Randy you're skins and Skylar you're shirts."

Kennard was surprised when Randy took two other boys he hadn't met yet before he was chosen. When the boys took their shirts off he understood why. If he'd been in as good as shape as they were he'd have had every boy in Boondocks High sucking him off instead of threatening to beat him to a pulp.

He took his own shirt off and got a couple admiring looks for his runner's body. Oddly his old gym teacher was one of the few sympathetic teachers and in return for running laps after school the teacher never reported him cutting his regular gym class.

Each team lined up and jogged out through a fenced in path to the soccer field. Kennard saw a baseball diamond and tennis courts further down the path.

"Where do you play Kennard, or do you prefer Ken?" Randy asked.

"Prefer Kennard, Ken's ok, Kenny gets you thrown through the window."

"Ok Mr. Blandings, what's your choice of position?" Randy said and everybody laughed.

"Defense, stay at home defense because I haven't played in years."

"Don't worry, we play unlimited substitutions so if you get bushed just signal during a stoppage and somebody will come in," Jorge said. "And no talents allowed," he finished with a wink.

They took their positions and Coach Cody started the game. To Kennard's surprise the play was good and fast with very few mistakes.

It was around ten minutes into the game when Skylar came charging down the field with the ball. The goalie screamed at him to mark him tight but Kennard saw Vincent trailing the play and Kennard felt something and decided to stay loose and between Skylar and the net.

Skylar sped up and then passed the ball to Vincent except Kennard was there first and kicked the ball up field. Randy grabbed the pass, dribbled up then passed it to another boy who rifled a shot past the shirt's goalie.

That score held to halftime. "Thought you said you hadn't played in years," Randy said.

"Played, used to go to DC United games before we moved, plus a lot of English League games via satellite. Something just told me they were trying to set the new kid up," Kennard said.

"Glad you did, it was awesome. Now rest up you got another 45 to play."

Kennard's legs suddenly felt week and he sat. "45?"

"Don't worry, except for injuries there's no stoppage time."

Kennard lay down and Randy admired his form before getting them something to drink.

The second half was just as hard fought as the first with each team scoring once so the skins won 2-1. The boys were so tired they dropped where they were at the final whistle. A second whistle five minutes later and the boys slowly stood, they were all shirtless now, and trudged back to the gym for showers.

One accidentally brushed the fence and his scream was matched by scent of burning skin. Coach Cody quickly slid up to him and examined the burn and the cut.

"Guys, especially you Kennard, I know you're tired after a game but you've got to be careful walking through here. Timmy was lucky this time."

"Don't feel lucky," Timmy groused.

"Good, now let's get you to the infirmary for some ointment. The rest of you to the showers."

"Doug, bring my clothes over, think I pissed these," Timmy said as Coach lifted him to his feet.

Nobody made a joke and walked very carefully till they were out of the walkway.

At the end Coach and Timmy walked one way while the rest of the boys reentered the gym and headed to the locker room.

"We shower before dressing. One of the best parts of the day," Skylar said as he slid his shorts and jock down in one fluid movement revealing a nice seven inch [18 cm] soft uncut cock.

"Can see why."

"We do take showers."

"Naturally," Kennard said but he'd heard the undertone in the boy's voice.

The shower room was one big empty space with a large number of heads all around the room spraying hot water in every direction. Kennard was the next to last one in, followed only by Vincent who felt his ass right after they crossed the threshold.

Between that and the sight of all that naked boy flesh Kennard's cock quickly rose to full mast.

"First," several of the boys said while pointing at Kennard.

"Sorry bud, you lose the contest on your first day," Vincent said as he walked past.

As he looked around he saw most of the boys were also hard so he shrugged it off. So what he was the first one to get hard. The rest of them were used to being around thirty naked gay boys, being around one was a novelty for him. Hell there was one boy leaning against the wall under a showerhead coming without even touching himself.

Pretty soon though moving stopped and Kennard realized everybody was watching Randy and Skylar. Realized those two were the only ones still soft.

Minutes passed and the running water was the only sound. Finally along with a small gasp Randy's cock rose followed five seconds later by Skylar's. Kennard felt himself being pushed forward.

"In case nobody told you the rules of the game," Vincent said, "the first boy who gets hard, and that would be you, gets down on his hands and knees and blows the last one, Skylar. You must swallow as much of his cum as possible."

"Down Ken down," the boys chanted and Kennard flipped them the bird before getting in position before Skylar.

"Let's see how much control you really have," Kennard said and start sucking on Skylar's cockhead.

"A lot, oh shit, oh do you have a hot mouth," Skylar said.

Kennard sucked the hardening cock for a few minutes and then pulled off and looked around for Randy. He found him where he wanted him.

"Randy, I want you in me."

"You sure?" Randy said as he walked over and placed his cockhead at his new friend's entrance.

"Damn sure," Kennard said and licked Skylar's cock as he felt Randy take his cherry in front of his classmates. He'd read the books and stories along with practicing with the usual assortment of fruits and vegetables so it didn't take long and without a lot of pain till Randy's pubes were rubbing his smooth ass.

"Fuck me Randy," Kennard said.

"Hell yeah," Randy said.

"Blow me," Skylar said and pushed Kennard's head back down.

Both boys went slowly and Kennard was in heaven. He saw feet move closer and using his peripheral vision realized everybody else was jerking off while watching.

Kennard felt himself getting harder and start throbbing even though nobody was touching it. Then he felt Randy's hard rod rubbing against his prostate with every stroke and moaned around Skylar's cock.

"You're so tight and hot," Randy said.

"Yeah baby, work that mouth," Skylar said.

To Kennard this was glorious. He'd never felt so sexy. Suddenly both boys rammed their cocks even deeper than before.

"I'm coming," they shouted and filled Kennard's mouth and ass with their hot loads.

Both pumped harder and harder as they emptied their loins. Suddenly Kennard felt hot liquid landing on his back. He looked and realized every other boy was shooting onto him. The excitement put him over the edge and Kennard spilled his load onto the floor.

Randy and Skylar pulled their flaccid cocks out of him and Kennard lay on the floor letting the water run over him. Randy and Skylar sat on either side of him and took turns frenching him.

"Welcome to BST, Boy Sex Together," Randy said and everybody cheered.

Chapter 2
Training

Kennard sat naked on his bed at the end of his first day at the Boys School for the Talented and flipped through the textbook for his first class in the morning. He'd always been a good student and while he correctly figured the classes here to be harder than what he'd been getting in Alaska he wasn't worried about the academic end. More worried about gym since he'd never cared for sports but at least he was fit aerobically if not strength.

What really amazed him was how comfortable he'd been with his roommates and the other boys he'd met after spending the previous two years at Boondocks Middle School hiding from everybody. There he'd walked into his first class and been immediately branded as a wimp and a nerd. While never desirable characteristics for a pre-teen boy they were especially bad in an area where most people earned their living through brawn and not brains. So for the last two years it had been school and back home. When he'd turned thirteen and hit puberty bringing with it the realization he was gay he'd virtually stopped talking in school unless called upon. So this complete turn around made him feel good.

Even the way he'd accepted the initiation in the showers made him feel good. However Vincent would pay for the grope that made him lose, even if it was the idea. Even in his enhanced fantasies Kennard never realized how hot boy-boy sex could be. Tasting Skylar's cock and semen. And more, the great feelings of having Randy's cock up his ass. Just remembering as he closed his book got him hard.

"Am I in this fantasy?" Randy said from the door to the bedroom they shared.

"No fantasy this time, remembering how good it felt to have you inside me when you took my cherry," Kennard said admiring Randy's naked body.

"That was the first time you'd been fucked? You were really good," Randy said.

"First time for real sex of any kind. Never even jerked off with another boy."

"If I'd know that I would have stopped it."

"I would have been really pissed at that. Just thinking how good it made me feel sexually and just as me, no talent."

Randy thought a minute and shook his head. "Guess I was lucky had my uncle and some out older cousins and at least my cousins were willing to show me the ropes at my own pace and I never felt the need to be closeted. Glad you're cool with it though."

Randy turned to leave.

"Darling, there is one thing."

"What?" Randy said with a smile.

"Make love to me."

Randy took a towel from the inside knob and put it on the outside. Two sighs could be heard before the door closed. Randy glided to Kennard's bed and sat next to him and looked into Kennard's eyes while wrapping his arms around the new boy and pulling him closer.

Their lips met; kissed ever hotter before lips opened and tongues began to dance. Kennard guided Randy down so they were both lying down and playing a serious game of tonsil hockey.

In sync they moved hands down and took their lover's member into their hands and gently caressed it into hardness.

Randy broke the kiss and pushed Kennard onto his back then kissed his way down from the neck to each erect nipple and on down Kennard's chest until he reached the top of the pubic bush.

"Going to have to trim this, like them short and neat."

"Would anybody care if I shaved it all off?" Kennard asked between sighs.

"Nope, there are a few boys who wax regularly. Be interesting, been a long time since I've had a hairless boyfriend."

"Cool," Kennard said and Randy started licking his balls.

Kennard reached down and ran his fingers through the shimmering red hair of his first lover and moaned with the feelings flowing through him from his the tip of his cock down to his arching toes and up to his throat before stopping at his pounding heart.

Then Randy swallowed his hard rod and Kennard nearly rose from the bed when he felt lips on his bush.

"Oh shit, oh hell shit fuck. I never, ever thought," Kennard said as Randy wrapped his talented tongue around the hard five and a half inches [14 cm] in his mouth.

Randy paused wanting the sex to last. He enjoyed the hands fingering his thick collar length hair, wished his hair was still the waist long length it been before he'd started at BST. To have Kennard's hands floating down that far.

He started bobbing his head while slowly unwrapping his tongue. Precum dripped onto his tongue and he savored the taste, nice and sweet with just a hint of the normal saltiness. Randy felt his own cock hardening and didn't want to waste the load on the sheets so picked up the pace on the cock in his mouth. Kennard felt the cum in his balls churn as his scrotum retracted up to his crotch. The sensations were driving him crazy and he tried to enjoy every one. Finally he thrust his hips up and screamed as he unloaded his seed into Randy's mouth. Shot after long shot erupted in the biggest load he'd ever had.

Randy drained Kennard completely holding as much of the precious fluid in his mouth. Finally he pulled off and brought his cum filled mouth to Kennard's and they shared it.

"Make love to me," Kennard repeated.

Once again Randy kissed his way down but this time he passed over the still sensitive cock and raised Kennard's runner's legs and when Kennard grabbed them Randy dropped and began rimming Kennard.

"Oh, oh, wow," Kennard said when he felt the red muscle at his entrance. No longer considering it his most private place. That others besides the boy kneeling beneath him would see it as well, would fuck him as well. At school and wherever his new masters sent him. His father had made it clear to him that the CIA would use his sexuality as well as his psychic powers to aide their country. All Kennard cared about right then and there was that the first boy he ever cared for was tongue fucking him deeper than he could have ever imagined.

"Fuck me darling, please fuck me before you drive me nuts."

"Wouldn't want that darling," Randy said as he rose and placed his hard seven at Kennard's pussy and slowly penetrated him for the second time that day. Kennard grunted slightly as Randy passed through Kennard's sphincter but it was mild and the smile on his lover's face belied any indications of pain or discomfort. Randy started a slow in and out rhythm while he looked down at the beam face.

After a while he picked up his pace and Kennard started stroking his own very hard cock in pace. Both boys' eyes were closed as they reveled in the sexual ecstasy that flowed back and forth, building along with the flow of precum.

"Feels so good, never thought it could be this good," Kennard said.

"You're so hot and tight and feel so good, even better than earlier. Wish this could last forever."

"Yeah, but the way you're throbbing inside me I don't think it will."

With that Randy thrust his cock even deeper into Kennard's innards and shot the biggest load of his life. The first shot brought Kennard over the edge for the second time that night and the two screamed in orgasmic joy.

Once they'd recovered their breath Randy lowered Kennard's legs and rolled them so he was behind Kennard, cock still inside the ass.

"Pull the covers over us, stay with me tonight," Kennard said.

And so they slept.

Morning came too quickly and there were a couple minutes when they were afraid Randy was cum-glued inside Kennard. Then Kennard pushed out hard and the seal broke and Randy rolled over holding his crotch after a loud pop.

"Let me see if it's ok darling."

"It's there its all there no thanks to your sexy tight ass baby. No time to fool around in the mornings. Shower, dress, down to breakfast and off to class by 8:30 and it is seven now."

"Plenty of time."

"Four teenaged boys and one bathroom," Randy said.

"See ya later," Kennard said and dashed out the door and barely beat Jorge in.

"Some boyfriend," Jorge said as he poked his head in.

"That he is my friend," Randy said and flopped onto his back.

Jorge shook his head and leaned on the bathroom door to wait his turn.

At 8:28 Kennard followed Randy into his first regular class at Boys School for the Talented, American History. Sixteen seats were in a two-row semicircle facing a big desk and the blackboard. He looked around the map-covered walls and relaxed a little bit. A little comfort that a history classroom is after all just a history classroom no matter where you stick it. Looking around for familiar faces he saw the twins sitting apart on opposite ends of the front row and after Randy sat in the back row he saw the only empty seat was next to one of them, couldn't tell which one though. He walked over, sat and smiled at the boy.

"Phil, don't bother apologizing. I'm always the one on the right and Paul's on the left. Don't ask why, Mom says its been that way since the nurse put us in the bassinets at the hospital right after we were born."

"Never cheat?"

"Old school we did, here there's no point with all the telepaths," Phil said.

Before Kennard could respond the door opened and the other students snapped to attention forcing him to catch up as the teacher walked into the room. The man was very tall and thin with ebony skin that shined. His shaved head literally reflected light but it was the black eyes that held Kennard's gaze.

"Be seated class, except for you Mr. Blandings," he paused. "My name is Dr. Shoga and I will probably be your history teacher as long as you are here unless I get sick of your face. You are stuck with me."

"I will try not to feel that I am stuck or to make you sick Sir," Kennard said.

"Very good Mr. Blandings. I will warn you that your teachers did not speak highly of you. You were good academically but weird and an outcast, which after all is what brought you here." Laughter rang out from all over the room.

"Fortunately for you and the rest of us we are also about to start studying the Civil War like you were at your old school. It was a very exciting time in our nation's history so if you will please sit we will begin. One final point, there is no use of talent in this class without my permission."

Kennard nodded, sat and picked up his pen.

"Now Mr. Blandings was there anything in the United States Constitution in the late 1850s to early 1860s that prevented the southern states from succeeding from the Union?" Dr. Shoga asked an astonished Kennard.

"There wasn't anything that forbade it nor was there anything that permitted it. Therefore you can interpret it two ways. First that the principal that any right not given to the federal government falls to the states then the states could succeed however it could be argued that since the Constitution specifies how a state is to be admitted but not leave the framers did not intend to permit succession."

"Very good Mr. Blandings, it's good to see that you remember what you wrote in your term paper last month. I've found too many students write and forget. Are there any comments or questions class?" Dr Shoga said.

To Kennard's surprise hands shot up all over the classroom. He smiled at another pleasant change from his old school. The discussion lasted till 9:30 when they took a ten-minute break. For the next hour and a half it changed to a more traditional lecture but with student's asking questions from time-to-time. When they finished Randy and the twins waited for Kennard outside the door while their teacher gave him some additional materials. Finally he joined them and shook his head.

"Man this is a change, think I got brain strain from just this class."

"You'll get used to it Ken," Paul said, "Not all the classes are like this. Math is almost all lecture and you've got to be fast with your notes."

"Not just that but two and a half hours for one subject instead of forty-five minutes."

"True but its just two academic subjects then either gym or talent class everyday, six days a week," Phil said.

"And except for talent classes I'm with you every class for at least this cycle. Each class has half an age but not always the same students," Randy said.

"But they keep the two of us together so we can't cheat," the twins said.

They all laughed.

"What now?" Kennard asked.

"Library for me, have to finish up research for English paper due tomorrow. Want to come until lunch?" Randy said.

"Later guys, got to put science project together for this afternoon," Phil said and the twins walked toward the dorm.

"Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff," Kennard said and waved his hand.

"How'd you know the paper was on Macbeth?"

"Should I tell, we are studying to be spies."

Randy shoved him.

"You leave your work all over your desk and you don't think I'd notice? And it's act five scene six."

"And its just the library not a battle," Randy said and took Kennard's hand.

"Had to battle just to get into old library. Could have used a kinetic just to move those idiots out of the way. Do they have a talent survey book I can look at?"

"Yea, actually we use it for text book for survey class at beginning of twelves. Ask Mrs. Horner at the front desk."

"Mrs.? I thought there was only one straight lady here," Kennard said.

"She's not straight, her wife is the librarian at the girl's school. Just insists on being treated as if she was legally married."

"Cool."

Randy introduced Kennard to Mrs. Horner who drew his immediate enmity by saying "Hi Kenny." However she gave him the book he wanted and he sat across from Randy and started reading. Kennard barely noticed Randy running around the library looking up information on Macbeth.

A low rumble caught his attention as he finished the book. Looking up he saw the library emptying and realized it was lunchtime.

"You can check the book out," Randy said as they stood.

"Finished it, amazing how many different talents there are. Some I'd seen in video games and figured they were just made up or like in the X-men movie when you had the one boy who could produce ice and the one seated next to him produced a flame to crack it. But they're real abilities," Kennard said.

"Bobby and Andrew are eighteens and they have those talents down cold. We have several of the professors students here," Randy said.

"You're kidding," Kennard started but turned to follow Randy's finger. Walking past on his way to the door was Bobby from the movie. "You're not kidding."

"Says the studio saved a bundle using real talents instead of special effects. Let's get to lunch, we've got math right after. Did the book help you identify your talent?"

"No, but I guess the book has only the more common ones or at least left the rare ones out from an intro book. According to the schedule we've got talent on Friday so I'm sure they've got two days to get somebody to help me."

"Way to go Ken," Skylar said as they reached the table. Twins told us about your performance this morning. Dr. Shoga must have been surprised at your answer."

"Not as surprised as I was when other students actually raised their hands and actually knew what they were talking about. Didn't have much of that in Boondocks."

"Really that bad up there?" Victor asked.

"Come to the room after study tonight and I'll show you."

"Rather go to Hawaii," Jorge said.

"See if we have enough time before bed," Kennard said. "Besides, I've taken you to the beach already."

"But I want one of those chicos, so hot in their Speedos."

"What am I, chop liver?" Stephan said.

Jorge kissed him hard. "No, but you do not have a Speedo body."

Stephan patted a midsection that refused to develop into a firm six-pack no matter how much he worked out.

The first part of math class was a test and while Mr. Wang said it probably wouldn't count he wanted Mr. Blandings to take it anyway.

Kennard looked the Chinese gentleman in the eyes, gulped and nodded before taking his seat.

During the break he stared at Randy. "You could have told me about the test."

"That wasn't a test, it was a surprise quiz. Tests take both halves of the class."

Kennard rolled his eyes and went to the water fountain. After the second half of the class he was more at ease and was beginning to wonder if he had underestimated his teachers back in Boondocks while concentrating on their dislike of him.

They joined the rest of their class on the way down to the gym where they were met by the rest of the fourteens. It was another game of soccer and this time Skylar picked Kennard before Randy could and refused all offers for a trade. Timmy was there but his arm was in a sling so he just watched the Skylar Shirts win the game.

As they rested after the game Kennard looked at the electrified fence and wondered what it was guarding. Was it protecting them or keeping them out of something?

Stephan knelt beside him. "You don't ask, you're just careful walking by it. It's an unwritten rule but unless you want to spend Sunday running laps you never and I mean never bring it up."

Kennard smiled and nodded. "Thought you couldn't use telepathy on other students without permission?"

"Who needed to path, we've all stared at the fence from time to time, especially after accidents like yesterday."

"We play the shower game every day?"

"Every day, but today it's fair," Stephan said while running his hand over Kennard's crotch.

"I'm sure," Kennard said and ran his hand over Stephan's inner thigh.

The whistle blew and they headed in. Once inside the locker room Vincent stayed as far away from Kennard as he could, stripped and hurried into the shower room.

"Hey Vinny, you hard yet," Kennard yelled.

Two seconds later.

"Vincent's first," Roger yelled.

"Damn you Ken," Vincent screamed.

Kennard strolled in and saw Vincent's hard uncut cock and smiled. "What did I do? Wasn't even in here. But don't worry, maybe you'll get a nice cock to suck."

"Doubt it'll be yours. You won't hold out much longer with the way your eyes are checking out every boy here," Vincent said.

Kennard smiled and shrugged. He knew his classmate was right but that wasn't the point, at least today. He walked over to a showerhead and started washing the sweat and grass of his body. He heard moaning to his left and turned to see Roger and Vincent kissing and he immediately got hard. When his eyes roamed down Roger's body and he got his first good look at the size of the black boy's hard rod he gasped.

Roger broke the kiss and smiled. "One day Ken."

Kennard nodded.

"And we're down to the final two and it looks like Vince is going to be in for it today," Victor said from across the room.

Everybody looked over and Vincent groaned when he saw the only soft boys were Paul and Phil.

"You want to get your mouth in shape around my big cock?" Roger asked.

"And once again the brothers tie. Get that hot mouth over here Vincent," Victor said.

"Damn, with those two at once I won't have access to your ass," Roger said as he poked his nine-inches [23 cm] at Vincent's crack as the Italian boy started over.

"We'll see about that," Vincent said as he grabbed Roger's cock.

Once they got to the center of the floor Vincent told Roger to lay on the floor and then slowly lowered himself all the way down on the hard cock. When ass touched crotch he took a deep breath and nodded.

Paul and Phil stood next to each other and simultaneously fed their identical thin five-inch [12½ cm] cocks into Vincent's waiting mouth. When they were in as far as they could get the brothers started frenching each other while Vincent bobbed up and down fucking his ass and mouth simultaneously.

Kennard saw Randy, walked over, knelt and took the leaking rod into his mouth. Randy looked around and saw coupling going on all around and was grateful for the seemingly endless supply of hot water cascading over them.

In the center Vincent was stroking his cock as the ass and mouth fucking he was enjoying got harder and hotter. Could tell that Paul and Phil were getting close and they always came together so he had to be ready so he wouldn't choke or drown. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Kennard sucking Randy and then he saw Kennard's tight bubble butt. Without warning he sucked in his breath and blew his load, which tightened his ass muscles bringing Roger over the edge and literally sucking cum out of the twins.

Vincent was so unnerved that he started choking on the two huge loads, pulled off and Paul and Phil covered his face with the rest of their loads. Once sated they all collapsed on the floor as Randy shot his load down Kennard's throat. Many other loads were being spilled around the room.

"Ken," Vincent said.

"Yeah Vinny."

"You've got one hot ass and don't call me Vinny."

"Thanks Vin. You've got one talented mouth, never seen that before."

"No big deal after he practices on mine," Roger said.

The twins looked at each other, nodded, stroked once and put a final stream on Roger's face before turning to the showerhead while everybody laughed. The camaraderie carried forward to dinner where the fourteens commandeered one corner of the dining room and had a party until the staff kicked them out to do their homework.

Kennard and Randy held hands and fell to the rear as they walked next door to the dorm.

"That was special," Kennard said, "never imagine something like that at my old school"

"You're not there anymore dear. You're here and you don't have to worry about being the weird freak because we all are. To us weird is a straight talentless boy," Randy kissed Kennard on the cheek. "If you want to skip the tour you promised nobody would mind."

"Especially if I give them Hawaii instead?"

"Yep yep," Randy said as they walked in the door.

At four on Friday Kennard reported to the headmaster's office according to instructions left on a note they'd found under the door that morning. It was time for his first meeting with his talent instructor and Kennard was nervous as he sat in the outer office.

Finally he was shown into the office and found a second man with Headmaster Roberts.

"Have a seat Mr. Blandings," Headmaster said pointing to a chair to the side. Kennard sat but kept his eyes on the stranger. Short, stocky but powerfully built, bald and sitting in a wheel chair. The two men silently watched him and the boy's first instinct was to ask if it was indeed Professor Xavier but something was wrong.

"That's a projection Headmaster. Isn't it?"

"What makes you think that?" the man in the chair said.

Kennard smiled, "you're a little rough along the edges Dr. Shoga."

The image vanished leaving Dr. Shoga standing in the corner. "I've got to work on the voices."

"Me too Dr. Shoga. Are you going to be my talent instructor?"

"For the time being," Headmaster Roberts said, "like you Dr. Shoga is a holographic memory projector. There aren't many with your talent Kennard and Dr. Shoga is the only one on staff and he's volunteered to start your training until we can arrange for the CIA's top projector to be available. You will be meeting in the conference room down the hall unless a different site is deemed more appropriate for a given class."

"Shall we start Ken?" Dr Shoga asked as he walked over. Kennard rose and smiled.

In the conference room Dr. Shoga had his first talent student run through some different scenarios. Kennard started with a scene from his old school, a brief bit of Hawaii and then replayed that morning's History class.

"Very good, and you had my voice pretty close, and the dialogue as well."

"Thank you Sir. But is that normal for a projector? I mean photographic visual and audio memory at the same time is rare in a non-talent isn't it?"

"Very much so Ken. Is it ok if I call you Ken during these sessions?"

"Yes doctor."

"Shoga will do fine, you probably couldn't pronounce my first name anyway. Most photographic memory is visual or textual, and it is a kind of talent. Non-talents can improve their memory recall or mimicking skills with long practice to be able to impersonate others exactly. To do what we do requires those talents in order to know what to project, sound right.

"Is that why I can't do it from a photo?" Kennard asked.

"Most of us can't, there are some who can and your task over the next few years is to become one of those. Or possibly even further."

"Further?"

"A few, no more than a handful that we know off can pull disparate elements together and combine them into a brand new scenario. The key is the information has to be in here," Dr. Shoga said as he tapped his head. "The better you observe, the better you remember the better the image and one day that sharpness will help you on your assignments and my young student may save your and your teams' lives."

"How? Holograms are just pictures, nothing solid to fight and don't hold up to close scrutiny."

"All you've used your talent for is entertainment, which is all well and good. But it can also cause a distraction that could give you or a teammate a precious moment. Say you're talking with a spy ready to expose you and you ask him for a napkin from a holder that really isn't there. He smiles, turns his head, reaches and as his hand goes through you shoot him."

"Cool, I see. Really have to start changing the way I think now."

"Yes, the word talent in the school's name is not just how good you are at sex but how you can get the reaction you want from somebody else."

Kennard leaned back in his chair and looked at his teacher. "The napkin dispenser trick was in a public place so I could buy somebody seeing it and telling you or Headmaster. But if you're talking about me and Victor after gym two days ago I wonder how much privacy we have."

Dr. Shoga laughed a deep hearty laugh. "Well done Ken, well done. The answer is not much but unless something that shouldn't be going on is then we let it slide. I know it's a cliché but it is for your own protection. Our enemies know we exist and might want to try and infiltrate to learn our techniques or kidnap a talent they need."

Ken nodded.

"Now replay our class again, when I first walked in but concentrate on the picture, try and sharpen it."

Kennard shifted his chair and concentrated the far wall. After a deep breath it changed to the classroom wall. In the left hand corner was the door and along the wall were the various posters and maps. This was followed by Shoga's desk and two rows of students' desks complete with all sixteen students. Most were talking with friends while two were hurriedly finishing their homework.

"Thought those two assignments were a little sloppy at the end," Shoga said. "Don't worry, I won't tell." Kennard smiled and caught the scene flicker.

"Bang you're dead. Continue."

The doorknob turned and the door opened inwards as the class stood. Dr. Shoga entered, nodded and the students sat.

"Freeze the picture."

Dr. Shoga froze in mid-step as the real Shoga walked through the image of four students and to the far wall with the maps. He stopped at one and tapped it.

"We studied day two of the second Battle of Bull Run today. Did I forget to put a new map up?"

"Don't know, we never looked at the map," Kennard said and the image vanished as he fell back in his chair.

"Bang, you're dead again. Don't feel bad though, I died about a dozen times my first class, and you will die many times more during our classes. But that is why we train, so others don't notice you're rough around the edges."

Kennard started to nod. "Wait a second, we just started the first Battle of Bull Run today, second doesn't take place for another year."

Shoga roared with laughter. "And you had the map perfect too," he said when he stopped laughing. "See you in class tomorrow and back here on Monday." Kennard stood and a thought entered his mind causing him to smile. "See you then."

After supper he pulled Randy, Phil and Paul to the side.

"What's up?" Paul said.

"You can't tell anybody else. Dr. Shoga's going to hit us with a surprise quiz in the morning," Kennard said.

"You sure?" Phil asked and Kennard nodded.

"How do you know?" Paul said.

"You sure?" Randy said.

"Yes, don't know what exactly, but figure on something we did this week."

"Then let's get cracking," Randy said and pulled Kennard away.

"You really do have some precog," Randy said.

"Looks that way, but don't know how to make it work and right now I want to concentrate on being a projector so don't need two different talent classes."

"As long as you keep giving me the heads up on tests I won't talk to uncle. So who was your instructor?"

Kennard looked skyward and shook his head.

Randy hit his forehead with his palm.

Sunday was the one day with no classes at the Boys School for the Talented and neither was there a set time to wake up. So teen boys being teen boys Kennard and his roommates slept late, waking in time to get ready for the start of lunch. They met Skylar, Victor and the twins at their usual table. After again deflecting questions on how he'd known about the quiz Kennard asked what they usually did on Sundays.

"Well once a month we go to the mall, see a movie and get what we need or want that they don't give us. Go to Mickey Ds and eat something totally bad for us. But our week was last Sunday so that's out. The other weeks we just hang out and either just relax or do something on campus," Stephan said.

"Phil and I are going over to the range and practice, archery today. Anybody want to join us?" Paul said.

The other six nodded yes so after lunch they changed into their gym clothes and walked over. The range was behind the cafeteria and like the playing fields you had to walk through a fence corridor to the range. On the left was the pistol and rifle range and on the right the archery.

As they were checking out their equipment Jorge asked Kennard if he'd ever shot before.

"You're a male in Alaska you hunt and they thought I was enough of a freak without my refusing so I joined in during the bow and arrow hunts, got a couple of kills, the antler racks are over the fireplace next to my dad's."

"Wicked," the twins said together.

"How did it feel to take a life? I know it was just an animal, but," Skylar asked.

"Good, I know that might not be politically correct but it felt good to know that I used my skill to track and kill him. And man did that meat taste great," Kennard said.

"Hell, we're not here to be politically correct about the sanctity of life. These ranges aren't for fun," Vincent said.

"I know, just wonder how I'll feel when the time comes," Skylar said.

"Dad told me that when the time comes it is either your job and/or your life and you just kill, feeling doesn't have a place. When you're safe you might regret but if you can't accept you don't belong in the field. If you can't accept that what you do might cause somebody's death, maybe an innocent's death you shouldn't work for the Company," Kennard said in soft but firm voice.

"Well, let's practice. All they have up are the round targets today," Paul said, picked his equipment up and walked down the line.

The rest followed with Phil at the end so when you looked at the eight friends from the rear Paul was on the left and Phil on the right. Since Kennard was left-handed and Randy was right-handed they ended up facing each other as they stood in their stalls. Kennard picked up the headphones in the stall.

"When they start shooting behind us the noise is loud and distracting and yes so can field conditions be but they don't want our hearing damaged prematurely. There's a built in mike with a variety of frequencies so we can talk to each other but right now we don't need them."

"Cool," Kennard said as he seated an arrow, raised the bow, drew the string back and fired his arrow into the center of the bull's eye.

"Oh shit, a ringer," Skylar said from behind Kennard.

"Just luck."

With his next shot he was in the upper left corner of the next ring, then the top right, bottom right, bottom left. "See what I mean?"

"Yeah, a perfect X," a voice came from Kennard's left. The boy's turned and saw Coach Cody standing there. He walked up to Kennard's station and pushed a button on the wall and the target started moving backward. When it stopped it was along the back fence. "That's competition distance. Let's see if you can hit it."

"With this bow?" Kennard said.

"For now, not looking for accuracy," Coach Cody said.

Knowing everybody was watching Kennard took a deep breath, brought the arrow as far back as he could and raised the trajectory a bit and after a long moment let it fly. Seemed to take forever before the arrow landed in the bottom of the blue ring.

"How about this Coach," Randy said and an arrow floated up and shot out toward the target where it embedded itself in the center. Two more flew out, one from each end, crossed and landed on either side of Randy's arrow.

"How about that Coach," Paul and Phil called out.

Coach Cody clapped and laughed. "Very good all three of you. I want you to put your bows down and finish your quivers the same way. Kennard, what did you mean about 'this bow?'"

"These are excellent bows for school bows Sir, but they're not competition bows," Kennard answered and pointed at the one Coach Cody was carrying.

"Quivers done," the kinetics called.

"Rest of you resume fire," Coach Cody called and handed Kennard the bow. "I know it's not your settings but please don't adjust them."

Kennard hefted the bow, examined it and smiled. "Sir, nice try but it is my bow."

Without waiting for a response Kennard tightened the string, adjusted the sight and seated an arrow. This time the arrow landed squarely in the center, as did the rest of his quiver.

"Quivers done," Kennard and the others shouted.

"How did you know it wasn't Coach's bow?" Jorge called.

"School bows can be used be either a lefty or a righty. When you get to competition bows it's one or the other. Coach, as you should have realized by now is right-handed where I'm left-handed and Coach would never expect me to be able to do anything with his bow. Then when I saw the marks for where I like the settings I knew he'd gotten mine from home."

Coach Cody patted Kennard on the back, "Very good Ken, now back to practice men. Kinetics, keep the bows down but use your own targets.

"Wonder if they've got electronic bows so I could let the bows fire for me," Stephan grumbled as they walked out to pick up their arrows. "Look at this, lucky if I hit the blue."

"Lucky if you hit the target," Skylar called and got the bird in return.

"Concentration, muscle strength and control are the key, after that its just practice, lots of practice. Used to shoot two nights a week and one weekend day, almost all day when I was a kid," Kennard said.

"I'm left-handed, can I try your bow?" Victor said.

"Sure, but please don't touch the settings," he said to the shorter boy. "Randy can you raise and hold him stable at my height.

"Not that much shorter than you," Victor said. "I know, but with my settings over seventy meters [230ft] you'll hit the dirt even if you do everything perfectly. Rising up gives you a chance."

Victor nodded and Randy slowly raised him up. Kennard handed him the bow and showed him how to use the sight to aim.

"Arrow please," Victor said.

The Japanese-American telepath followed instructions and began to pull the arrow back; the strain on his face and arms was very visible. "All I can do."

"Then release it," Kennard said.

The arrow flew out but began to die about fifty meters [165ft] out. Suddenly the arrow rose, turned and came flying back. Everybody ducked except Paul who picked the hovering arrow out of the air.

"Just thought you'd like to try again with the same arrow," Paul said and handed it back to Victor who was brushing the dirt from his scraped knees.

"Really shouldn't be handing a deadly weapon to somebody you just pissed off," Stephan said.

"I would never do that to my friend and roommate," Victor said as Paul fell to his knees gasping in pain, waving his hands in surrender. "I'm a telepath and we have other ways."

When the eight friends finished practicing they stopped at the computer center to check on their email before picking up snacks at the cafeteria and heading back to the dorm. When they reached the doors they started splitting up.

"Where are you guys going?" Randy asked. It is Sunday afternoon."

Kennard turned to Jorge and tapped his head.

"We usually have an orgy before Sunday supper," Jorge pathed to Kennard.

"Where are you guys going?" Kennard said as he stripped off his shirt.

"Your room of course," Skylar, Victor, Paul and Phil said.

Before closing the door Stephan put the white towel on the outer doorknob. By the time he turned he was the last one with any clothing on.

"I don't believe it," Kennard said pointing at Victor's crotch. "You dye your pubes too?"

"You didn't notice in gym?" Victor said.

Kennard blushed as he shook his head. "Guess between the steam and steamy sex," he finished with a shrug.

"Want to get a closer look?"

Kennard knelt in front of Victor and took a good look as he started licking the boy's cock. He opened his mouth and started getting a closer and closer look as Victor started face fucking him. Pretty soon the purple and black pubes were in his face. He took a deep breath of the musty smell and began working on the cock in his mouth.

After several minutes Victor pulled off, turned Kennard around and started a deep kiss as they lay down. Kennard could see his friends coupled off in sixty-nines and flowed into one when Victor pushed him down. He greedily inhaled Victor's cock again but gasped when he felt the hot breath engulf his own hardening rod.

For a brief second Kennard hoped whatever guardian was watching was enjoying the scene but a finger at his entrance brought him back to the room. He stopped while Victor pushed two fingers into his willing ass and gasped as he felt them rub his prostate.

Then he realized he could feel both of Victor's hands on his nipples. Realized the boy was pathing the feeling of the fingers, and didn't mind a bit. Kennard rubbed Vic's ass as he began to pound the boy's face.

Suddenly Kennard shot his load down Victor's throat, four hard shots of cum flew across Victor's tongue and down his gullet.

As soon as he was done shooting Kennard pulled off Victor, rolled onto his back, raised his legs and offered him his hole even though it still felt occupied. The feeling remained until Victor placed his hard leaking cock there.

The empty feeling made Kennard groan in pain and then moan in delight as a real live cock entered him. As he watched Victor fuck him he saw Skylar walk up and insert his hard cock into Victor who sighed with delight. Then Randy started fucking Skylar and then Paul, Jorge, Stephan and finally Phil completed the chain.

Once they were all connected they started fucking in rhythm with short hard strokes. Necks and backs were kissed and sucked on. Kennard raised his head to meet Victor's and they kissed as the fucking got harder.

Even Kennard's spent cock rose again under the heavy rubbing his prostate was enduring. And the boys paced themselves, making the sex last in sweet ecstasy.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming, oh shit oh fucking shit I'm cumming," Jorge screamed. The cum shooting into Paul's ass and his ass clamping onto Stephan's started a chain reaction both ways and all eight boys shot their loads.

Chapter 3
Surprises and New Faces

After the speed of the first week Kennard quickly slid into the Boys School for the Talented routine. For the first time since he and his parents moved from Arlington, Virginia to Boondocks, Alaska he was enjoying school. So much so he'd been surprised to discover it was the day before Thanksgiving and they actually had four days off from classes.

Dr. Shoga was still his talent teacher and both felt pleased at Kennard's progress over the first couple months of serious training. The week before Thanksgiving Kennard actually went two days without being killed. The streak ending when Headmaster Roberts walked into the conference room unexpectedly and started apologizing to the room full of people. After Kennard had one of the images ask the Headmaster to join them and been accepted Kennard and Dr. Shoga started laughing and the image vanished. The teacher barely able to get out the "bang you're dead."

The expert who was going to teach him still wasn't available but was talking to Dr. Shoga regularly and they were developing the lesson plan together. Coach Cody had arranged for a special archery coach to work with Kennard and a select few others. Kennard was excited when he'd recognized the Army's team coach.

Another thing progressing nicely was Kennard's sexuality, especially his relationship with Randy. Not that either of them practiced or wanted monogamy but with everybody else it was sex. With each other, love.

"What you thinking about?" Randy asked while stroking Kennard's hard cock.

"Us, the last two months, us, being here for Thanksgiving especially now that my parents have moved back down here to Arlington. Don't you miss your parents?" Kennard said while he stroked Randy's leaking cock.

"Wish I could see them more than the three weeks we have but gotten used to it. Of course there are a lot of boys here who don't even take advantage of that. Their families want nothing to do with their faggot and/or mutant kids. Except for the trips to the mall Roger hasn't been off the grounds since he started here as a twelve, parents and brothers don't even return his emails."

"That's sad and sick," Kennard said, "and when are those three weeks?"

"First starts December 23rd and we're back by New Year's Eve at the latest. The other two start Sunday before July 4th. And before you ask I don't even have an edge because my uncle is Headmaster, my folks can't get in so I doubt your father will have any luck," Randy said, released Kennard's cock, turned around and they began to 69.

"I guess we're lucky then love," Kennard said as he licked Randy's nuts.

Randy left Kennard's knob, "yes, we're someplace were nobody cares that we're gay and freaks. Don't have to hide either," he said before swallowing Kennard's cock.

Kennard knew Randy was right and swallowed Randy's cock. The familiar organ feeling and tasting good as it made its way through his mouth to his throat. He kept his nose buried in Randy's closely trimmed bush while running his tongue around the throbbing organ.

On the other end Randy was moaning around Kennard's head while he playfully licked and nibbled it. Tasted the leaking precum. Randy was contemplating, and not for the first time, why Kennard was the one he'd finally connected with on a deeper level. While he'd never been wham, bam thank you boy with his other partners neither had there been the feeling, the connection he'd felt with Kennard from the moment they'd met in his uncle's office.

Kennard bucked his hips thrusting his cock all the way down Randy's throat driving the ruminations out of his mind so it could concentrate on a more important thing. Sex.

Their pace quickened and matched from the bobbing heads to the throbbing cocks. Precum leaked freely from both cocks and the suckers used it as lube to accentuate the feelings they were giving and receiving. The two fourteen-year-old lovers had discovered an intense connection when they sixty-nined. Not the same kind as when they fucked but one of sharing each other as opposed to one giving himself to the other.

Not that they didn't fuck often and intensely but this was special. Then they felt that even walking to class together was special.

They sucked, they face fucked and finally they came as they shouted with ecstasy around the other's cock.

After cleaning themselves up they walked out into the common room. Stephan and Jorge sitting on the couch, their erect cocks untouched. In their hands were game controllers and Kennard and Ray saw they were playing Twisted Metal: Black on the suites PlayStation 2.

"Who's winning?" Randy asked as he went to the refrigerator.

"He's killing me tonight, never beat me this badly," Jorge growled.

Kennard took the coke from Randy and walked over to Stephan. He watched for a few minutes as Stephan's lead kept growing.

"Jorge, did you use the two magic words before you started playing?" Kennard asked.

"Ken," Stephan said.

"What two words?" Randy asked.

"No talents," Kennard said.

"What! You fucking cheat!" Jorge said as he dropped the control and bolted for his and Stephan's bedroom.

"Thanks a fucking lot, just wanted to see if my talent would work on the stupid game" Stephan said as the door slammed.

Kennard and Randy just stared at him.

"Oh all right, I shouldn't have but he always beats me at these games."

Kennard and Randy just stared at him.

Stephan tried to smile as he turned and walked to the door. He turned the handle, looked back at his suitemates and opened the door.

"Go away," Jorge screamed between tears.

Stephan didn't, he walked in and closed the door behind him.

Randy and Kennard sat where Stephan and Jorge had been. Randy hit the reset button and as the game returned to the beginning he turned to his boyfriend.

"No talents darling."

"Me?"

"Want to make sure I'm seeing the right screen up there," Randy kissed Kennard and hit the start button.

For Thanksgiving dinner the dining room was set with eight sets of long tables so each age would eat together. One staff member sat at each table to carve the turkey and lead grace. A rather neutral prayer Kennard felt but looking around the table he understood that. And BST was a non-religious place. A few students met Sunday mornings for a nondenominational Christian service. But most felt alienated from religion because of their sexuality, and some because they'd been deemed possessed by the devil when their talents had been discovered.

After everyone sat Headmaster Roberts spoke about and led them in moment of silence for all those killed, injured and who had worked so hard on September 11th whether at the Pentagon, the skies over western Pennsylvania or the World Trade Center in New York City.

Due to the time differences Kennard had still been asleep when the attacks took place. Being in an isolated part of the country he hadn't felt threatened that day but worried about some of his old friends from Virginia. At least two had parents working at the Pentagon. He'd arrived at BST almost a month after the attacks and they'd rarely been mentioned by anybody.

All Randy had said was talent training had been kicked up to a higher level, especially among the seventeens and ups, those closest to graduation into active duty. But even the twelves had seen extra tutoring, especially among some of the more violent abilities. All rare talents were being pushed.

After dinner they went to the auditorium and watched a movie they could relate to, Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone. After the movie there were desserts in the dorm lobby. Kennard, his roommates along with their friends from across the hall took them back up to his room.

They all stripped and sat in their respective couples eating their desserts. They'd left the outside door open so other fourteens and fifteens could float in and out. Vincent and Roger came in with their desserts, shed their clothes and plopped down on the floor.

"Wish we had some nice romantic music," Vincent said.

Stephan got up, set up five disks in the player, pushed the start button and went over to the light switch. He touched it and the lights dimmed.

"Much better," Kennard said with a smile.

The music played and the snuggling turned into cuddling turned into full scale making out. As the music played more couples joined them. Each found a place on the floor. Periodically a moan or a groan would be heard as somebody reached orgasm but it was quiet lovemaking. When the music ended four hours later there were many sleeping where they'd cum.

"Stay and enjoy each other or sleep if you wish," Stephan said.

And most did spend Thanksgiving night there.

The next month was academically frantic leading up to fall cycle final exams the week before vacation. Kennard and Randy were especially worried about their Russian exam. The twelves and thirteens learned French, still a large part of diplomacy requirements, or Spanish which most of Central and South America spoke. Starting with fourteen the harder languages were permitted, German, Chinese, Arabic as well as Russian. Randy had decided to switch from French to Russian and since where Randy went that cycle so did Kennard he was switched from Spanish in Boondocks to Russian as well.

"Thanks whoever decided not to have gym finals," Randy mumbled as he pushed back from his desk on December 16, 2001, the day before their American History final.

"Don't give them any ideas," Kennard said from his bed as he lay his notebook down on his new six-pack stomach. Don't want to even think what kind of tortures Coach would come up with for us."

"Uncle says the first two years, when it was still coed and straights with gays and lesbians, the head gym teacher developed a five part test lasting an hour each and you got one grade up for each one you passed past two. One hour run with minimum of five miles [8 km], nonstop soccer game, same with basketball, swimming using four different strokes for fifteen minutes each and gymnastics."

"What happened to that sadist?" Kennard asked.

"Went with the straight students to the Kansas school."

"Didn't know they had a straight school for talents, least not from what Headmaster said."

Randy shrugged, "they're not as good talent wise as we are but straights do have their uses for Company work. Besides they didn't feel they could pull them out and then just kick them back into the real world." He glanced at the clock, 11PM. "Anything you want to go over?"

"Just your cock," Kennard said.

Randy sighed, walked over to his lover's bed, climbed on and sat on Kennard's chest.

"Study away."

"Oh this is just a quick review followed by a snack," Kennard said and swallowed Randy's rod.

Except for the two and half hours each morning that the exams actually took the week seemed to fly by. Wake up, breakfast, exam, lunch, study, study, supper, study, sleep.

When they finished their final test on Friday Kennard turned toward the library out of pure habit.

"Where you going?" Phil asked.

"Library, study for tomorrow," Kennard mumbled.

"Dude we are finished with exams."

Kennard stopped and stared at Randy who nodded. Kennard just sat on the grass where he was. He started to count on his fingers. "You're right, could have sworn there was still one more. It's nice here, let's rest until lunch."

With that Kennard lay down and was instantly asleep.

That afternoon and Saturday morning were devoted to finishing and handing in miscellaneous assignments and projects. As Saturday dinner they were given what Randy described as the regular be careful and don't use your talents out there speech. Although he admitted they seemed a little more serious this time.

When the four roommates entered the common area on their floor after dinner they were confronted by a lot of naked fourteens and fifteens in the midst of an orgy. The four looked around, pointing out various couplings, gawking at some innovative positions.

"Did we take that long to get here?" Jorge said.

"Either that or they must have ran over and up the stairs," Randy said.

"Bet if we go down the stairs we'll find ripped off uniforms," Kennard said.

As they watched more boys from the floor rushed past while stripping their clothes off.

Vincent walked up to Kennard and started taking his clothes off while Kennard took hold of Vincent's hard cock.

"I know this isn't the gym shower but it'll do," Vincent said.

"Do just fine," Kennard said as his cock sprang to attention when his boxers were lowered.

"Just fine," Vincent said as he started licking Kennard's head.

"Enjoy love," Randy said and the two young lovers kissed deeply while Carlton, one of the fifteens, carefully disrobed Randy.

Kennard checked Carlton out. The older boy was about 5'10" [1.75 m] with black hair with a natural white streak down the left side. Naked his body builder physique stood out instead of hiding under his school uniform. The muscle between his legs, a well-developed uncut eight-inches [20 cm] now moved behind Randy.

Randy spread his legs while continuing to kiss and embrace Kennard. He grunted when the thick cock started to press into his hole. He sighed into the kiss when Carlton's cock head penetrated his experienced sphincter.

Right then Kennard felt like Randy's tongue was deeper down his throat than his cock was down Vincent's. The pure animal sexual heat was near the top of the scale. Then he felt a cock at his own entrance and the thermometer blew to record levels as he quickly felt pubic hair on his smooth cheeks. Kennard couldn't get a good enough look to see who was fucking him but he really didn't care, it just felt so damn good. Having an experienced mouth on his cock, an experienced cock in his ass while having a fierce game of tonsil hockey with his boyfriend was too much for Kennard and his legs began to shake, the unknown boy inside him held him around the waist.

Lust swept Kennard off the time-space continuum. The cock in his ass exploded, left only to be replaced by another. He realized somebody else was fucking Randy as well but his vision was blurry so couldn't tell who around Randy's head. Finally Vincent let Kennard cum all over his face and chest. The act and sight helped Kennard bring the cock in his ass, was it the second, third, off as well.

Vincent moved over to Randy's throbbing, leaking tool and swallowed it greedily. Despite his best efforts it took mere minutes before Randy's load was added to Vincent's face.

Vincent sighed and sat against the wall where another cock soon found the willing mouth. New cocks continued to find Kennard and Randy's holes but they'd finally broken their kiss and were embracing as their asses were pounded by a steady line of classmates.

Eventually leg weary they collapsed on the floor and into a 69. They worked on each other's cocks as the other sixty-two students and two wardens took turns standing over them and shooting load after load on top of them.

Next thing Kennard knew the sun was shining in his window. Then the wetness and pain in his ass fully woke him. He ran a hand over his body feeling the dried cum and then touched his ass and flinched.

"You don't even want to know," Jorge said from the door. Between the two of you I think you got everyone on the floor at least once."

"Feel like got everyone myself," Kennard groaned.

"Help get me up," Randy said, "think I'm glued to the sheets."

Kennard pushed himself up and moaned, his joints stiff from time spent standing in one position. "What day is it? Didn't sleep through my parents coming to pick me up did I?"

"Nope, you've got time to shower and clean up this pig sty. I'd advise opening the window wide to let the stench air out. We brought breakfast up for you so move it," Jorge said as he pulled Randy into a sitting position.

"You enjoyed yourself too last night so don't make jokes, saw you pounding Ken's butt," Randy said.

"Got yours too Randy Randy," Jorge said and dodged Randy's thrown pillow.

But not Kennard's.

They just finished cleaning up after breakfast when the intercom rang to let them know all four sets of parents where on the way up. Kennard and Randy, clean but naked, raced into their bedroom and were pulling on their jackets when the knock came on the door. They held hands and walked out to the sitting area as the door opened.

After introductions and quick motherly hugs Mr. Roberts turned to Kennard.

"So you're the boy whose finally taming my son's heart."

Kennard blushed, "Trying my best Sir."

"Going both ways Dad," Randy said.

"Guess it takes the right boy and not the right."

"Dad!" Jorge screamed cutting his father off.

"Madre de Dios, what am I going to do with you Caesar?" his mother said staring daggers at her husband.

Mr. Romero smiled, "Is it time to go then? We've got a long trip home today."

"Good thing you're not going back to Boondocks," Stephan said.

When they were finally in the car and heading out Kennard's mother asked, "Boondocks?"

"I called that town that my first day and it stuck, much better name for the place anyway," Kennard said.

"It's true, oh it's damn true," his mother said. "Well we're back in the house, your room is ready for you, even if it's only going to be for three weeks a year. And Bruce has been around asking for you. Disappointed when we told him you were going to private boarding school. Felt better when I told him it wasn't reform or military school and you wanted to go there."

"Reform school!" Kennard said.

"If I'm reading him right you might not have to be celibate the whole week unless you want to. Though from what I hear Randy doesn't seem to be the kind to go in for monogamy," Kennard's Dad said.

Kennard shifted his aching butt and leaned back in the rear seat. Bruce Smyth had been about his best friend from kindergarten till he'd moved. They'd written and emailed for a while but then they drifted apart with the seemingly permanent separation. Same age, about same build and height and Kennard thought his father might just be right about Bruce being gay. He decided to come out to his old friend and see what happens.

The final leg through his old neighborhood brought strange feelings for Kennard. It was pretty much like he remembered which was comforting. What wasn't comforting was the realization that he wasn't anywhere near the boy who'd cried at leaving almost three years earlier. The years in Boondocks and the two months at BST had toughened him physically and the last two months had opened him emotionally more than he'd ever dreamed of.

They turned onto the block and he saw his house and it was unchanged, even the trees and bushes seemed to be the same size. As they pulled into the driveway a figure rose from the front steps and Kennard tensed.

"Guess Bruce couldn't wait for you to call him," his Dad said.

Kennard gawked as he got out of the car. Bruce had grown to six feet [1.80 m] with a slender runner's build. His brown hair was tied in a ponytail that extended between his shoulder blades.

The two old friends approached slowly, smiled, hugged then kissed.

"Guess that answers that question," the boys heard Mr. Blandings say.

"You had a question?" Bruce said with a broad smile.

"If you'd accept me being gay," Kennard said, "but I guess that's obvious."

"Come inside boys and go upstairs to Kennard's room to catch up with each other."

After a quick stop in the kitchen to pick up sodas and snacks the boys walked up the steps and down the corridor to Kennard's boyhood room. Bruce opened the door and gestured for Kennard to go in first.

He was shocked at the Hawaiian motif his mother had decorated it in, including a boogey board over his bed.

"Your Mom said you'd fantasized about being in Hawaii while living in Alaska," Bruce said.

"Oh yeah, would dream about sitting on the beach watching the hottest boys parade by me in their skimpy Speedos and all I had to do was wave one over. So how have you been? When did you know?"

"Good, been really good, especially since I met Kyle last year. Do you have a boyfriend at your school, or do you have to hide?"

Kennard laughed, "Think there are more gays than straights at BST, and being an all boy school the straights rapidly become bi. But yes I have a boyfriend, his name's Randy and he's my roommate, but we have sex with others."

"Us too. Why did you decide to go to that school when your parents were moving back?"

"Didn't know they were moving back to after. God I hated it there, just didn't fit in from day one and had to hide so deeply in the closet I couldn't see the door most of the time. Didn't even tell my parents until right before we started talking about the school. You out at school?"

"Co-president of the Gay-Straight Club, the Board of Education insisted we have co-officers for every post, one straight and one gay to make sure we weren't a dating service. It's really been good with school, friends and family. Funny but you were the only one I ever felt nervous about telling."

"I was nervous about telling you too even though Dad said his gaydar told me not to worry."

"Your father's gay?" Bruce said.

"No, no, but he knew about me before I told him. Guess it's the parents version."

"So how do you like your school? What you call it, BST?"

"Boys School for the Talented, though we call it Boy Sex Together."

Bruce laughed, "Staff don't care about the sex?"

"Nope, and there's no staff-student sex allowed but if you have a problem you can go to any staff member and talk about it. Tell you, when Dad told me about this school and the special academic talents it looked for I was wondering if I'd fit in or like it but boy it was the right decision. Wouldn't change it even now that they're back here."

"Great, really great."

"Heard you asked my parents if it was reform or military school," Kennard said and held Bruce by the shoulders.

"What strong hands you have. Couldn't think of any other reason you'd be in boarding school," Bruce said and let Kennard pull him closer and they kissed. "What strong lips you have."

Kennard spread his legs and Bruce grabbed Kennard's cock through the shorts. "What a hard cock you have."

Kennard slipped his hand up Bruce's shorts leg and took hold of his friend's cock. "What a hard cock you have. Think we've waited long enough to see each others."

"Much too long," Bruce said and they started stripping each other. "You know I think I've seen this uniform before."

"Every Sunday they take two grades to the Ballston Common Mall for movie and shopping," Kennard said as he lay down bringing Bruce with him.

"Must be," Bruce said and kissed Kennard.

They started stroking each other's throbbing cocks while engaging in a fierce game of tonsil hockey. After a while they glided into a sixty-nine and engulfed cocks they hadn't seen since the last time they'd showered together at the Arlington Y pool. Despite going slowly it wasn't long before they unloaded their loads down willing throats.

"That was all I ever dreamt it would be," Bruce said.

"Oh yeah," Kennard whispered.

"Want to take a walk around the old neighborhood?"

"Sounds good."

Christmas morning Kennard awoke to the smell of his favorite breakfast. Ham, cheese and onion omelets served with homemade hash browns, almost crispy bacon, and spicy breakfast sausages. On the way down he glanced under the tree and stared at all the presents. When he'd put the few he'd gotten his last trip to the mall under the tree the night before they'd been alone. Out front was a long box, at least three feet [90 cm] long, with another one in identical paper leaning next to it. He saw his name on both.

"Don't think about it, rules haven't changed," his mother called from the kitchen.

"Just looking Mom," Kennard said as he walked into the kitchen and started sitting when the doorbell rang.

"Get it," his mother said.

Kennard opened the front door and found his grandparents there with the missing smells. He gave them both big hugs and took the packages. "Come to the kitchen, Mom's there and breakfast is almost ready."

As his mother greeted her parents Kennard quickly unwrapped the homemade sourdough bread that was still warm from the oven. Opened the jar of the freshly made orange marmalade and spooned it on.

"Kennard!" his mother said.

"Hey, I'm hungry, I'm a growing boy."

"And so you have, a good few inches and a lot more muscles since last Christmas if that hug was telling the truth," his grandfather said as he sat across from Kennard. "Now better cut me a slice so I can keep up with you."

Kennard smiled and did.

An hour later there wasn't a scrap left in the kitchen and everybody was sitting around the tree. As was the custom Kennard handed out his presents first then sat squirming looking at the two big boxes.

"Any one you want to start with?" his father asked and Kennard lunged for the bigger box. The paper half off before his ass hit the carpet.

Inside the box was a wireless remote control helicopter ready to be assembled. "Wow, thanks Dad, Mom, this is so cool."

"It's the aerobatic model, supposed to be able to do everything a real copter can and more. It'll take about thirty minutes to get the props and engine installed and make sure the remote in the other box is on the right frequency, then we can go fly," his Dad said.

"Can we start," Kennard saw his mother's raised eyebrow, "as soon as we're finished opening presents?"

An hour later Kennard and his Dad were walking down the street pulling a wagon with the helicopter on it down to the park at the end of the block. A chugging noise came from behind they turned and saw Bruce speeding up on a scooter. Bruce slowed and spun around them.

"Wow," Kennard and Bruce said simultaneously.

"Let me introduce you to Whispering Death, the coolest electric scooter ever made," Bruce said.

"And let me introduce you to Hell in the Sky, the best remote controlled helicopter ever," Kennard said as they high-fived.

They proceeded to the park and about ten minutes later Kennard had his copter flying. Listening to his father he took it easy and learned to control it. After fifteen minutes he landed and asked his father if he wanted a turn.

"I would, but I think those puppy dog eyes are begging to go first," Mr. Blandings said pointing to Bruce.

"Thank Sir, that's if it's ok with you Ken?"

"Sure, just follow instructions. You missed the lecture before you caught up," Kennard said.

"Probably got the same one from my Dad before I got to take the scooter out," Bruce said.

Kennard went over the controls with Bruce, not seeing his father biting his lip so he wouldn't interrupt. After a quick run through Bruce had it up. While watching his friend fly the copter Kennard looked around the park as well, surprised that it was just the three of them enjoying the mild Christmas afternoon.

Then he spotted a boy standing next to a nearby tree that he would have sworn hadn't been there before, or anywhere close enough to get there. The boy had long black hair, was obviously thin even with the medium weight jacket and was wearing tight jeans and sneakers.

The boy saw him and smiled. Kennard returned it and turned back to Bruce who was landing the copter at Mr. Blanding's feet.

"That was great, if you can't take it back to school can I play with it?" Bruce said.

"He can, I checked before I bought it," Mr. Blanding said as he reached for the control.

"Bruce, who's that kid over there?" Kennard said and pointed.

"Kyle, get over here love?" Bruce shouted and the boy ran over. "Kyle, this is Kennard Blandings, was my best friend for ages till Mr. Blandings here got transferred to Alaska for a couple years. Ken goes to a private boarding school other side of Arlington and he's gay too."

"Kyle Stover, glad to finally meet you," the boy extended his hand.

Kennard took it and was surprised at the grip. "Same here, Bruce has spent most of the time talking about you."

"Good to hear, not that I'm the jealous type."

"Have my own boyfriend at school, and I'm just glad Bruce found someone special," Kennard said.

"Oh you don't know how special he is, all the things he can do," Bruce said.

"Bruce," Kyle said.

"Well, you are rather special in bed," Bruce said a little too quickly.

Kennard and his father looked at each other, then Kennard realized the helicopter was hovering upside down over his head. "Cool Dad, it's not even moving."

A loud rumble broke the silence and they looked up to see two motorcycles cutting across the lawn.

"Dad!" Kennard shouted.

"Down on the ground now! All three of you," his father snapped.

As Kennard dropped he saw his father pull his Glock 26 pistol from his pocket and take aim at the rider on the left. He took a deep breath and projected a picture of a brick wall in front of the other rider. The biker dropped into a skid and slid right through the wall. As soon as he stopped sliding he started to get up but was hit in the head by something invisible. That's when Kennard realized Kyle was missing.

A shot rang out and Kennard looked over and watched his father aim again, pull the trigger and the biker falling followed the sound by seconds. The other biker stumbled to his feet and pulled his gun out and waved it around.

"Drop it," Mr. Blandings snapped. He was standing in balanced stance with the automatic pointed straight at the man.

The biker looked wildly around and when the gun started lining up on Kennard his father pulled the trigger.

"You ok son?" Mr. Blandings said after checking the two dead men.

"Yes Dad, shit Bruce fainted and I don't know where Kyle is."

"Right here," Kyle said and appeared next to Bruce. "Is he ok?"

They heard sirens approaching. Ken, Kyle I want you to take Bruce back to the house and stay inside. When the police come to talk to you tell them that you'd played, gone to the house for drinks and were on the way back when you heard the shots so you returned to the house. Now pick him up and move your butts."

Wordlessly Kennard and Kyle picked their friend up and following a path that led to an alley behind his house they got back without being seen by anybody.

Kennard's mother and grandmother took care of Bruce while the boys ran to the kitchen and while Kennard got some wet towels for Bruce Kyle got the drinks that went with the story.

"Ken, did you really?"

A nod, "and you turned?"

"Promise not to tell, please!"

"When Dad gets back the four of us have to talk. You have to trust us, you can tell my folks understand."

"Kennard, get those towels here and then start explaining," his mother said. Kennard looked at Kyle who nodded.

It took just under an hour and a half for Kennard's Dad to return with a police captain. An hour later the officer left after rounds of easy questions. Mr. Blandings' status in the CIA carried a lot of weight with the local police.

"Any idea which of you those guys were after?" Mrs. Blandings said as soon as her husband returned from walking the captain to his car.

"Where's the copter?" Kennard said.

"My scooter!" Bruce said.

"On the deck in back, now first I'm going to sit down and somebody's going to get me a beer before we go any further, I'm beat," Mr. Blandings said.

"I'll get it, and one for me. Something tells me I don't want to hear what's coming without some refreshment," Kennard's grandfather said. "Boy, come with me and help bring drinks and snacks for everyone."

By the time they returned and Kennard's dad had slugged back half his beer everybody was settled.

"Now what the hell was that all about," his mother said.

"Not a clue; didn't recognize them, no identification on either so we're going to have to wait for the police. Captain Tiberius promised to expedite the prints and send copies of everything to me at Langley. Promised we'd do everything to help."

"You're CIA? Kennard told me you were a traveling salesman until you took the new job in Alaska," Bruce said.

"Didn't know the truth until couple months ago," Kennard said.

"Is that why you're going to that school Ken?" Kyle asked.

Kennard looked at his father who nodded.

"Not really, I mean it's how Dad knew about the school because it's owned and run by the CIA but very few of the boys have a parent working for the Company. We all have two things in common. We're all openly gay."

"What?" Bruce and Kennard's grandmother said together.

"It's true," Kennard said.

"Wow!" said Bruce.

"Grandma?" Kennard said.

"It's ok, Deborah told me about your being gay but not about the school."

"Grandpa?"

"Just be happy and careful."

Kennard sighed with relief.

"What's the second thing?" Kyle asked.

"I think you've figured it out. You are not alone, there's a whole school of boys like us with talents. I'm a holographic image projector, my boyfriend and roommate is a kinetic, one suitemate is a telepath and the other can get things to run at their best by just touching them. You play video games with him and you say no talent or you're doomed. And in addition to our regular classes we have special classes on understanding and using our talents."

"How many students?" Kyle said, elbows on knees, eyes staring at Kennard.

"Thirty-two to a grade and eight grades starting at twelve. There's a lesbian school nearby and one for straights out in Kansas."

"Kansas?" Grandma said.

"They're not as good so they ship them out there," Kennard said.

"I thought I was alone, a freak," Kyle said, his voice breaking.

"You might be a freak, don't know you that well," Kennard said and ignored Bruce's glare while Kyle giggled, "but you are not alone."

"Besides us who knows that you can turn invisible?" Mr. Blandings said.

Kyle leaned back and closed his eyes. Bruce moved closer and pulled his boyfriend tight. "I can answer that, he hasn't told anyone, not even his parents. They have enough trouble tolerating his being gay. If they knew about this the best we could hope for would be kicking him out after that it's either the insane asylum or exorcism."

Kyle just nodded.

"Kyle, look at me please. I've got something to ask you and I want you to take your time," Mr. Blandings said.

Kyle kissed Bruce on the cheek and leaned forward while holding his boyfriend's hand.

"Would you want to go to Boys School for the Talented? You can start as soon as you want or take as much time as you want."

"Mr. Blandings, Kennard told me that they go to the mall every four weeks. Would it be possible for me to meet them there?" Bruce said.

"I'll see what I can arrange."

"We do have private email to keep in touch with family and friends, just don't see them much," Kennard said.

"Bruce, I love you but I have to do what's best for me right now and that's go to this school and learn how to use my powers," Kyle said.

"I know and agree baby. We'll see each other and email."

The two hugged.

So it came to pass on the morning of New Year's Eve 2001 Kennard gave the new thirteen the same tour he'd taken only months before. Kyle was surprised at the short pants uniform even in winter but loved the way he looked. None of his roommates were in when they got to Kyle's room so after unpacking they went down the flight of stairs and to Kennard's. On the front of the door a "please knock" sign hung.

"One thing you'll have to get used to is a lack of modesty," Kennard said as he knocked, "It's Kennard and it's safe to open up."

The door opened and a stark naked Randy threw his arms around Kennard and they kissed. Kennard moved Randy around till he spotted Kyle. He quickly broke up the kiss.

"Hi gorgeous, I'm Randy, Randy Randy to my friends."

"I'm Kyle, I'm a new thirteen starting today, and Ken's warned me about you."

Randy turned to his boyfriend and with quivering lips said, "Warned? Do you Think you have to warn gorgeous young lads to stay away from me?"

"Only for my own protection love," Kennard said, took Randy's hand and dragged him inside. Kyle followed.

After getting sodas from the refrigerator Randy sat down on the couch between the other boys. "So what's your talent? Don't even want to know when Ken discovered it."

"Christmas afternoon, and no he wasn't a present from my parents," Kennard said.

"I'm not quite sure what the right word is, maybe you can," Kyle said.

Randy turned around to look at the boy he had an arm around and saw nothing. He pressed with his hand and felt the thin but firm back. "As a wild guess I'd say invisibility."

"Sounds reasonable to me," Kennard said.

"So if he wasn't your present how did you meet?" Randy asked.

Kennard and Kyle took turns telling the story.

"Does Uncle know?" Randy said when they were done.

"Randy's uncle is the headmaster but except in private they're just like any other headmaster-student relationship, Kennard said to Kyle before turning to Randy," And yes my father told him when he called about getting Kyle admitted quickly."

Running feet told them it was lunchtime so Randy quickly dressed and they went down. The twins were back as well so they ate together and got caught up on their holidays. Skylar joined them during dessert.

"How low do you guys sink without me? Eating with a twelve?" Skylar said and shook his head in dismay.

"Thirteen," Kyle said while giving the older, larger boy the finger.

"Just starting today Sky," Phil said.

"Feel like Harry Potter walking into Hogwarts and finding out he's not a freak all alone in the world," Kyle said.

"So far from alone that if I remember correctly there are at least two more invisibles here already, a fifteen and a senior," Randy said. "You'll probably meet them in your talent class.

"Welcome to BST kid, Boy Sex Together. You got here in just in time for the New Year's Eve orgy. Every single boy will be there and the sex flows as freely as the punch," Skylar said.

After lunch they walked Kyle up to his room and turned him over to his new roommates, along with reassurances he was always welcome at their room or table.

By suppertime everybody had returned to school and it turned out that Kyle wasn't the only new student to arrive that day. Another thirteen and a twelve had also shown up. The cooks had surpassed themselves with an excellent mustard encrusted steak with lobster tail dinner with broccoli and baked potatoes. Dessert as fitting an all American school was apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

At ten all the students headed over to the gym for the party. When they'd all arrived in the locker room Coach Cody called for attention.

"Men let me set the ground rules now. First put everything into your locker, you go into the gym naked and you stay that way until you leave to go back to the dorm. Second at that point you will go straight back to your room and stay there whether that's in ten minutes or in four hours when the party ends. Third, no still means no and that's especially true for you seventeens and up when you're dealing with your youngest schoolmates. Finally, be careful when you're eating that you don't make a mess all over the mats. Now get undressed and go have fun."

Kennard saw Kyle stripping across the room and his jaw dropped. Kyle was thirteen, just over five foot [1.50 m] tall and so thin he was almost invisible anyway, his cut cock on the other hand appeared to be seven inches [18 cm] long, soft.

"Go over," Randy said and gave Kennard a shove.

Before he could Kyle came over and took Kennard's hand. "Shall we start together?"

In reply Kennard picked Kyle up to lip level and they started kissing as Kyle wrapped his surprisingly strong legs around Kennard's waist. Randy guided the kissing boys into the gym and over to the far wall where Kennard and Kyle broke the kiss long enough to lie down on the mat and take a quick look around the gym.

Coach Cody was on a small stage at the far end playing music while on either side of the stage where tables of drinks and food and snacks. A couple of boys were drinking some punch but most were walking around the floor, finding a partner and getting down to the game of sex.

Kyle brought Kennard's mouth back to his and they quickly resumed kissing deeply. While they felt each other up Kennard wondered if the younger boy was having sex with him only as a way of thank you but decided that both of them were willingly saying yes so he turned around and started playing with Kyle's hard cock. The boy was hairless and naturally so, not a hint of stubble. Not that Kennard minded, he loved the look and had shaved his entire crotch smooth for the orgy. He ran his tongue around Kyle's thick cockhead while playing with the boy's balls. He opened his mouth and began to swallow the huge cock and gasped at the light touches being applied to his own cock. Kennard moved slowly down a penis thicker than he'd ever blown before, not wanting to gag and spoil the moment. As he moved down Kyle's mouth dropped away from Kennard's cock but he didn't care. The sexual heat in his mouth more than made up for it, especially when his lips hit crotch and he began to lick Kyle's balls.

"Oh shit, nobody's taken all of me before, oh shit feels so good," Kyle said.

Kennard smiled around the cock and started bobbing up and down as he felt Kyle's smooth hands stroke his body with increasing passion. Kennard kept it nice and slow, wanting it to last, and last. Using his experience Kennard brought Kyle to the brink twice and then with a twitch brought him back down.

"Ken, oh Ken, please, I need, need," Kyle said after the second time.

Kennard brought Kyle back to the brink a third time and hesitated and felt Kyle dig his fingernails into his skin. Then he rolled his tongue around the throbbing rod in his mouth and as he pulled back a little Kyle exploded sending streams of boy cum down his throat. Kennard pulled back some more and tasted the salty sweet nectar. The cum finally stopped flowing and Kyle collapsed on his back pulling his saliva and cum coated cock out of Kennard's mouth. Kennard licked Kyle's cock clean and then lay down next to the still gasping boy. "Welcome to BST Kyle."

"Let me rest Ken, then I want you in me. Want you to make love to me."

Kennard propped both of them against the wall and they looked around. To their right some boys had lowered the gymnastic rings and they watched a young boy jump up and do a couple of flips and ended up in an iron cross.

"That's Myron, he's the youngest thirteen but they say his body control is unbelievable," Kyle whispered.

They watched as the boy held the position and then watched another boy levitate up and start blowing him. Still Myron didn't flinch. Then another boy levitated up behind him and quickly started fucking him.

Another boy walked over and started blowing the one blowing Myron while another started tickling Myron's feet. Not once did Myron flinch. Kennard looked around and realized the music had stopped and almost everybody was watching as the minutes ticked by.

And Myron didn't flinch. Not even when he came, or the boy fucking him came.

The boys on either side of him pulled away as did the boy tickling his feet. A couple minutes later Myron smiled and did a perfect back flip dismount.

Cheers erupted and Myron blushed and flinched back before sinking down on the floor.

"You rested?" Kennard said and kissed Kyle gently on the lips.

Kyle nodded as the music resumed then lay on his back, raised his legs and opened his entrance to Kennard. Kennard put his hard five and half inches [14 cm] there. "For Bruce."

"For Bruce who we both love," Kyle said as Kennard slid in past his sphincter.

Kennard started with slow long strokes in and out Kyle's tight chute. He felt ass muscles grab his cock. Then he felt familiar arms around his waist and he turned his head and smiled into Randy's eyes.

Randy cocked his head and Kennard nodded. After a short but deep kiss Randy slipped behind Kennard and inserted his throbbing cock into a hole he knew better than anybody. A younger boy Kennard recognized but didn't know squatted over Kyle's face and fed him his cock.

"I'm Dwayne, Kyle's roommate," the Polynesian boy said.

"Kennard, and the one behind me is my roommate Randy."

"Glad to finally meet you, seen you around," Dwayne said and leaned in for a kiss.

The intensity of the kiss and of the fucking he was getting pushed Kennard into higher sexual heat and he started ramming his cock in and out of Kyle's ass with shorter strokes. Another head had appeared and was sucking Kyle's cock.

"Almost there love," Randy said into Kennard's ear, "Been waiting a week for this."

"Me too, fill me," Kennard said.

Kyle said something around the cock in his mouth but nobody could understand it. Then he bucked his hips and seconds later cum came pouring out of the mouth of the boy blowing him. Kyle's anus contracted and brought Kennard off and that was enough to bring Randy over the edge. The sight and sounds of the other three was enough to bring Dwayne off as well.

The five collapsed in a pile and took a few minutes of rest before they uncoiled.

"Man this is so cool," Kyle moaned from someplace on the mat.

"Oh yeah," the others answered.

After a round of kisses Kennard and Randy went to the snack table and after replenishing bodily fluids went in search of Jorge and Stephan. They found them with Skylar, Victor, Vincent, Roger, Phil and Paul near the center of the gym. They shared what they'd done and seen and started cuddling with their respective boyfriends as the clock neared midnight.

The music stopped and a giant TV came on to Dick Clark's smiling face and the ball in New York's Time Square. The room fell silent as the ball began to drop and as it hit bottom everybody shouted Happy New Year and began kissing as many people as they could.

Kennard looked at Randy, "Let's go home darling, I want you all to myself."

Randy stood and helped Kennard up.

Chapter 4
First Mission

CIA Headquarters, Langley, VA. March 1, 2002

"Mr. Roberts, Dr. Shoga, a pleasure to see you. Thank you for coming at such short notice."

The headmaster of the Boys School for the Talented smiled and took the extended hand.

"No problem Mr. Director it is always a pleasure to come meet with you.

The three men sat and accepted the strong black coffee the Director of the CIA's aide offered. The director didn't believe in anything that diluted the flavor of the hand picked Columbian beans.

The outside door opened and another man entered, grabbing a cup from the tray.

"I believe both you gentleman have met Mr. Blandings," the Director said.

They shook hands and sat again.

"I hope you aren't worried about your son Mr. Blandings," Dr. Shoga said, "He was fine yesterday during class."

"Not at all. May I Sir?" Mr. Blandings asked the Director.

"Please."

"Gentlemen, we've run into a situation where we need the help of some of your students."

"Plenty of our seniors are ready for missions," Mr. Roberts said.

"None of them meet one of the criteria. Admiral Nikita Petrov of the Russian Navy wants to defect and bring a complete set of schematics for their new miniature nuclear sub with him. This boat can do everything our small research subs can do plus has combat capability," Mr. Blandings said.

"Wow," Mr. Roberts said.

"Well said," the Director replied.

After the chuckles the presentation continued.

"The Admiral is coming to DC to consult with embassy officials first at the UN and here in DC. Like many Russian brass he has a predilection for young boys. His tastes are not too extreme, twelve to fourteen for the most part. If they look younger that's better, if they look like somebody famous even more."

The two men from BST looked at each other and the Headmaster started to open his mouth.

"Patience Blaine, you'll see where this going soon," Mr. Blandings said."

He received a reluctant nod in return.

Boys School for the Talented, Outside Arlington, VA. March 7, 2002

After supper Kennard, Randy, Jorge and Stephen told everybody they were going for a walk and declined offers for company. They lagged behind and on exiting the cafeteria Jorge used his telepathy to scan for anybody hiding and found none. Ten minutes later Kennard knocked on Headmaster's inner door.

Dr. Shoga opened the door and pointed to a row of seats to one side. It was only as he was seating that Kennard saw his father. He started forward but retreated in response to his father's shake of the head.

"Is everybody ok?" Kennard mouthed and received a nod in return.

Several minutes later there was another knock on the door and another boy came in. The four roommates gasped.

"Can't be," Randy said.

"Has to, even has the scar on his right knee," Kennard said.

"I am AC, Adam Cartwright," the boy said. "And this is what I really look like."

First the blond hair turned brown, the face became darker and thinner. Amazingly he lost two inches [5 cm] of height and about twenty pounds [10 kg]. All resemblance between Aaron Carter and Adam Cartwright was gone.

"That was so cool," Jorge said.

"How long can you hold it?" Stephan said.

"Five hours is the current record," Adam said.

"And we will not be extending it anytime soon," Headmaster Roberts said, "Gentlemen, the five of you have been selected for your first mission. You have two weeks to be ready. Mr. Blandings and Dr. Shoga will be your controls. You will do exactly what they tell you from this second until you return from the mission and are debriefed. Is that understood? Good. Mr. Blandings."

"Gentlemen, I know none of you expected to be going on a mission this soon, and frankly neither did we, but something has come up where we need five of our younger talents. We have arranged for a defection of a top Russian admiral and his favorite lap dancer, his favorite boy lap dancer."

"We're going to Russia?" Kennard asked.

"Someplace even more mysterious, Washington, DC, to a posh club off of Wisconsin. Very posh and very private, it is only open to senior officials from the old Communist block who share a taste for young boys, many of whom are Russian."

"Wait," Stephan said, "I know DC doesn't have the best reputation but the police know about a boy whore house and they don't bother it?"

"It's been around a long time, supposedly the man running it now was one of the original boys forty years ago. The Russians stay away from our street boys, we don't bother their fun and games, and from time to time it works to our advantage. While you are in the club you will be naked, fondled and propositioned for sex," Mr. Blandings looked straight at his son, "and for the first two days you will accept without questions. The third day you will come up with excuses why you have to do anything right there rather than in the private rooms. Adam you will also be a dancer, or rather Aaron will. The seeming appearance of a famous boy stripping for them will give us the distraction we need. Any questions?"

"Dad, I mean Mr. Blandings," Kennard said and everybody laughed. "Why can't the admiral just take the boy out if he's that powerful?"

"Would violate club rules and look extremely weird if he seemed to be exposing himself that much to potential problems. The boy, Evgeniy, is willing to escape too. You'll have to use your Russian to confirm that though," Mr. Blandings said as he passed around a photograph.

"What a beautiful name," Stephan said.

"What a beautiful boy," Adam said.

"Lucky admiral," Randy said.

"Lucky boy to be loved that much," Jorge said.

"What about the other boys Dad? If any want to leave can we spring them too?" Kennard said.

"No, at this stage there's no place in the scenario to bring anybody else out. Secondly, if you ask the wrong boy and he tells the wrong people then you are in danger. The gentleman who runs the house knows and is cooperating as part of his protection arrangement but even that may be dicey."

"The five of you have been selected because of your talents, age, appearance and readiness," Headmaster said, "You will continue your regular classes but have been scheduled for special talent sessions every afternoon until you leave and all day Sunday. You will meet here tomorrow at four. You will tell nobody, not even your best friends, of what's happening. If you feel any telepathic invasion report it at once. Dismissed."

"Wait for me outside," Kennard said as the boys rose. He walked over to his father and led him into the conference room.

"What's up son?"

"Just want to thank you for trusting us for this and letting me be a part of it. And don't give me the 'just doing my job' routine," Kennard said and they started laughing.

"Well thank Mr. Roberts and Dr. Shoga too, they're the ones who first suggested the five of you when we met with them at the DCI's office. But there is something I need to talk to you about. Sit."

They sat and both took a deep breath. "There's been progress on the Christmas Day attack. The two men were after Kyle as far as we can tell."

"Why? Nobody knew about his powers except for Bruce."

Kennard's father shook his head. "Somebody knew and they wanted to kidnap him and use him. He's safe here but when you go out on Sundays you have to stick by his side. He wants to piss, you want to piss."

"But we go with the fifteens not the thirteens Dad."

"That has been changed. The fifteens will be going with the twelves until this is settled. You can tell who you think has to know but as few as possible."

Kennard sat back and thought. "I have to tell Kyle and my suitemates, and Dwayne, Kyle's roommate. You have to tell Bruce. Do you think you should put Bruce under surveillance? They may try following him to find Kyle."

"That's my boy, you'll make a fine agent. He's been watched for a few weeks now and we haven't spotted anything yet. Now give me a hug and get going."

The five new field agents walked back to the dorm and went to Kennard's room where they got to know Adam better and he them. After Adam left the four fourteens decided they could trust the younger boy.

"Jorge, can you find and reach Kyle?" Kennard asked.

"Yes, but you know I can't read without his permission."

Kennard shook his head, "No, I want you to tell him to come down with Dwayne as soon as he can without telling anybody where they're going. I'll explain everything when they've arrived."

Jorge leaned back on the couch, crossed his hands over his bare chest and closed his eyes.

Five minutes later he opened his eyes and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Stephan asked his boyfriend.

"Found Kyle, they and a bunch of others were questioning Adam about where he'd been. Told him to kill the discussion and get his and Dwayne's butts here pronto."

Two minutes later there was a sharp knock on the door and then it opened. Kyle and Dwayne entered wearing their gym shorts and looking extremely pissed.

"Sit, don't say anything just sit," Kennard said pointing to the two chairs on either side of the couch.

Kyle turned on Kennard but retreated under his glare. "What?"

"Two things. First you were questioning Adam about where he'd been."

"He gave us the bullshit line and we were trying to find out the truth," Dwayne said.

"You will accept his bullshit and don't ask him or us what the truth is. No questions, no discussions with anybody else. Is this understood you two?"

"Is it that important?" Kyle asked softly.

Kennard nodded.

"You have our word," Kyle said.

"Yes Sir," Dwayne said.

"But that's not why you called us down," Kyle said.

"Nope, I got a message from Dad today concerning the Christmas Day incident in the park," Kennard proceeded to bring everybody up to speed.

"Should I skip the next trip?" Kyle said when Kennard was finished.

"Too early to make that decision. If the agency wants us to skip it they'll let us know."

"And here I always heard the CIA couldn't operate within the US," Dwayne said and they all laughed.

March 8, 2002 4:00PM Headmaster's office

The next afternoon the five boys arrived together at the Headmaster's office right on time, not one minute early or late, and were told to wait in the conference room. Kennard led them down the hall and into the room, which now had maps and diagrams along the walls.

"Sit along this side for right now, all of you," Dr. Shoga said from behind them.

"Were you a field agent?" Randy said.

"Yes, and your uncle was my partner and now there are seven people at BST who know that fact. Most of our activities were in Africa. I mixed with the people while Mr. Roberts dealt with the top dogs who were still primarily white, even in the Black ruled countries. I could tell you stories if we had the time and if they weren't still classified. Hopefully the mission you are undertaking will not be anywhere as dangerous. Now let's begin."

He picked up a pointer and went to the far end of the wall. "These ten shots from left to right are taken from the corner of Wisconsin and Prospect in the Georgetown section and down past the building to the end of the street where it meets Potomac."

"That's right past the Georgetown mall, I've probably walked past that building while my mother was shopping," Kennard said.

"And didn't notice anything except a nice old brownstone," Dr. Shoga said tapping one particular picture. This is where you are going. They own the buildings on either side and the connecting walls have been taken out and from the inside it's just one big building. Staff goes in and out of the other front doors every day so it looks normal. The sign out front says it's a doctor's office in English and Russian and if somebody stumbles in with an emergency there is a doctor to patch them up and send them on their way, and yes they take insurance."

"Specializing in STDs and internal injuries," Jorge said.

The others laughed and he smiled but Dr. Shoga was beginning to wonder. He decided it wasn't the time or place to question the boy. He turned on the large screen TV and inserted a DVD. "This is approximately two years old but we don't think there's been any significant changes in that time. The building is under 24/7/365 video surveillance front and back and there's been no major construction work. Today we're going to just watch it without questions or comments. You can comment about the boys if you want though."

By the time the DVD was over it was time for supper but the boys were horny as hell.

"Guys, can we discuss this after supper," Adam said on the way to the cafeteria.

"What kind of discussion do you have in mind," Randy said while feeling up the boy's cute bubble butt.

"That kind," Adam said and squeezed Randy's cock.

"I think that's doable," Stephan said.

The five teammates walked out of dinner together and up to the fourteens' room. Adam took a CD out of his jacket pocket and motioned the other four to sit. Which they did after they stripped.

Adam bowed his head with his back and pushed the play button. As the opening cords of Aaron Carter's It's Aaron's Party CD started the brown hair turned blond. He started moving and dancing in Aaron's style and when he turned to face the others he was Aaron again. He slowly stripped as he lip-synched to the music and by the time he was nude the other four cocks in the room were standing straight up, twitching and leaking.

Adam danced closer and rubbed his crotch in each boys face and got a lick in return. When the song ended he sat in front of them and turned back into Adam.

"So, how'd you like?"

"Man, you'll have more rubles in your garter than in the Kremlin," Randy said.

"If anybody's paying attention to us they're straighter than Bill Clinton," Stephen said. "But I just realized you still have the scar on your right knee. Why didn't you change all the way back?"

"I did, we both have the same scar and we got it at the same age and both of us from rollerblading. Maybe it's why I do him so well," Adam said.

"We'd better not be paying too much attention when the time comes," Kennard said, "However, right now I want you to pay a lot more attention to my cock Adam."

Adam knelt between Kennard's legs and licked the precum from the cockhead in front of him. "It really worked, no flickers or anything?"

"Hell yeah it worked, now blow me," Kennard said.

Adam smiled and started licking all around Kennard's hard cock, lapping up the flowing precum. From there he sucked in first one ball, then the other and then both.

"Shit boy, you better move or I'm going to be shooting all over whatever face you've got on," Kennard said.

Adam dropped both swollen nuts and quickly engulfed Kennard's throbbing rod and began slowly bobbing his head. Kennard grabbed hold of Adam's head and started to furiously face fuck the shapeshifter. It didn't take long before Kennard shot his load so hard and long that Adam couldn't swallow it all.

When he was done Kennard licked Adam's face clean then they frenched, sharing the cum between them. Then Kennard had Adam stand and began sucking on the younger boy's cock. Randy walked behind Adam, knelt and began rimming him, something Adam had never had done to him before.

"Oh my God," he moaned when he felt Kennard's lips on his pubes the same second Randy's tongue penetrate his sphincter. "Fuck me Randy, fuck my ass."

Never in his life has anybody had to tell Randy that twice. He stood behind Adam, placed his hard leaking tool at the moist entrance and smoothly slid all the way in.

"You know," Jorge said, "why do they always get to go first?"

Without missing a stroke Kennard created a brick wall between the three of them and Jorge and Stephan.

"Uncle, uncle, we give, we'll take sloppy seconds," Stephan called.

"Please!" Jorge said.

Randy tapped Kennard on the top of his head and the wall vanished.

"No talents," Jorge and Stephan said together and it was all the other three could do to keep sucking and fucking and not laugh.

But instead of laughing Adam and Randy shot their loads together.

As soon as Adam detached himself Jorge and Stephan pulled him over to their side of the couch. Jorge fed Adam his cock while Stephan took the ass.

March 12, 2002 4:00PM Dance Studio

After spending the intervening days going over the insides of the Russian boy toy palace in detail along with many of the key figures in the operation Dr. Shoga and the five boys met in the dance studio. When the boys arrived they were stunned, it had been turned into a miniature version of the club' showroom.

"This is so amazing," Adam said as he ran his hands over the stage.

"Invite the staff and we could take their money easy," Randy said.

"After supper," Dr. Shoga said.

"What?" Jorge said and sat on the stage taking deep long breaths.

"You going to be able to carry out your part Mr. Romero?" Dr. Shoga said.

Jorge froze.

The teacher walked over and squatted down in front of the Hispanic boy.

"These two sessions are going to be a rehearsal for the three days you're going to be on site. Right now we are going to run through Adam's dance while the four of you move around the floor. After supper there will be other staff members here playing the audience. They will touch you; fondle you, ask you to do things with them. Just like you will have to during the mission. Jorge if you can't go through that I need to know right now. Right this second."

Jorge gave him a tight smile. "Oh I can do it alright, this will be the easy part. The hard part will be leaving the other boys behind."

March 12, 2002 8:00PM Dance Studio

The five boys peeked through the curtain of the makeshift undressing room. There were six men of various body types sitting there.

"Do you recognize any of them?" Kennard said.

"Oh yeah, thank God we don't have any of them this cycle," Randy said.

"Kennard, Randy, Jorge, Stephan, you are on right now," Dr. Shoga said and he swatted each naked ass gently as they walked out.

The 'customers' whistled and clapped as the boys twirled around and moved around the room while music played and colored lights.

"Come here boy," one said and grabbed Kennard by the cock.

Kennard twirled releasing the man's grip and then moved between his legs. Kennard ran his hands through the man's hair. "Welcome sir, I hope you enjoy your visit," he said in Russian.

"Whatever you just said I'm sure I will," the man said as he fondled Kennard's ass and pulled him closer.

Around the room Randy was stretched across two of the teacher's laps while the other three were busy with Jorge and Stephan. The lights dimmed a touch and Aaron Carter's The Day I Beat Shaq began to play and Adam as Aaron and wearing a warm up suit came out and began dancing, then slowly stripped the top off revealing a basketball jersey and ripped the warm-up pants off revealing a pair of short basketball shorts.

Kennard's 'client' pushed him onto his knees. Kennard wrapped a hand around the long thick uncut cock then gave it a slow tongue bath. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one teacher jerking Randy off while the other one played with his nipples. The others were out of sight, but not out of hearing, even over the music.

On stage Adam slowly peeled off the shirt and took a fast trot around the stage before throwing the shirt to Kennard's partner who caught it and rubbed it in Kennard's face. Kennard inhaled the scent of boy sweat and sighed around the cock in his mouth.

Adam was getting hard dancing and seeing all the man-boy sex in front of him and started to slowly lower the shorts, waving his ass at the crowd. The shorts dropped and he started fondling his ass with one hand as he turned revealing the other covering his cock.

"Move that hand boy," one of the teachers yelled.

"Show us what you got lad," said another and Adam dropped his hand and his cock sprang up to attention.

"Stroke it, stroke it fast," somebody called.

To Kennard it sounded like Randy. He couldn't see what Adam was doing but he picked his cock sucking speed up as he felt pulses quicken in his mouth.

"Suck it boy, oh yeah you got a hot mouth today slut," Kennard's client said and began thrusting his throbbing cock deeper and deeper down Kennard's throat. For a second Kennard started to gag but knew a true slut boy wouldn't so overcame it and began tonguing the cock. Seconds later the cock erupted filling his throat with cum. The man pulled out and spewed the rest of his load all over Kennard's face.

He then finished his load by running his half-hard cock around Kennard's face, leaving a trail of cum from one freckle to another. Kennard turned around and collapsed between the man's legs and watched Adam as the man twisted his nipples hard.

Kennard moaned in delight as he watched Adam jack. Watched closely as he shot and added to the load on Kennard's face.

March 12, 2002 11:11PM Dorm

When the boys reached the dorm they were greeted by several of their friends from both thirteens and fourteens.

"Nice of you guys to come back," Skylar said.

"Another private tutoring session?" Vincent said and grabbed his crotch.

"We're not good enough to hang with any more Adam?" Antonio, another thirteen said.

"Basta!" Jorge said, "Enough of this nonsense. Are we going to tell you what's going on? No. Do you forget whom we work for? If and when we can say anything we will, if you don't like it that's your problem not mine."

"And if any one of you uses your telepathic powers or anything else to try and find out we will report it. Regardless of who you are and y'all better understand that," Randy said.

Antonio walked up to Adam and took the boys hands. "I'm sorry, but you don't have time for me, don't spend time with me baby. I love you and don't know what's going on, it's driving me crazy."

Adam lowered his head into Antonio's chest. "I know and I'm sorry love. It has nothing to do with you or how I feel about you. I know it's hard but you have to be patient and understand. But I think if we go upstairs I can find some time for you right now."

"I'd like that, I'd like that a lot," Antonio said.

"Would the rest of you like to come to our room and hang for a while?" Kennard said.

March 14, 2002 4:00PM Shooting Range

"What are we doing here? It's not like we can bring our Glocks in with us," Stephan said.

The boys dressed in their short gym shorts and t-shirts were the only people at the range and were beginning to shiver in the cold wind. Without any targets the range looked desolate, nothing out to the mysterious fence, and past. Kennard and Randy started cuddling while Stephan, Jorge and Adam huddled together in one of the shooting stalls.

"Where the hell are they?" Adam shouted.

"I hope they don't keep the club this fucking cold," Jorge said.

"You'd look cute dressed all in goose bumps," Stephan said.

Jorge blew a raspberry. Kennard and Randy were too busy kissing to say anything.

The sound of creaking hinges made them all jump and they looked around for the opening door.

"A point each for Kennard and Randy for finding something productive to do and keep warm and a point away from you three for doing nothing but bitch," a voice said.

"Dad?" Kennard said.

"Down here, move it."

It took them another fifteen seconds before they spotted the trapdoor and then they almost jumped down out of the cold before a sharp command made them climb down the ladder.

When the last boy left the ladder Mr. Blandings pushed a button and the trapdoor swung closed. The closing bolts popped loudly in the confined space.

Kennard opened his mouth to ask his father a question but was waved quiet.

"Gentlemen, you are about to go where very few experienced field agents go. You are almost the first BST students to follow this path. Even when we allow you to tell your friends about the mission you cannot and will not tell them about this part," Mr. Blandings said.

"We're going under the fence? Find out what's there?" Jorge said barely able to control his excitement.

Mr. Blandings smiled and nodded and the boys high fived each other.

"Hopefully by the time you return to the dorm you will have better control of your emotions. Now follow me."

At several points during the walk flashes of light appeared then vanished, at others Mr. Blandings pressed his palm against identification pads. Finally after fifteen minutes of walking, mostly down a gradual slope they stopped at a steel door.

"This is one small part of the lab and manufacturing facility. To keep it simple the man I am about to introduce you to is our Q and this is where he develops the real life counterparts to all those fancy gadgets you see in the Bond movies. Once again, you will never ever tell anybody about what you see, or you are about to get," Mr. Blandings finished and turned to a keypad and entered a long string of digits while the boys looked excitedly at one another.

The door swung open and Mr. Blandings waved the boys in. It was a large white room which looked half doctor's office and half the boys weren't sure what. They all jumped when the door swung close behind them. A tall, bulky man with long black hair wearing a white lab coat came from behind a screen.

"Ah, there you are Norbert, didn't think you'd be late meeting your latest victims," Mr. Blandings said.

The boys gulped as they looked up and up. Norbert Gringot was over seven feet tall [2.10 m] and at least four hundred pounds [180 kg].

"Hagrid," Adam gulped.

The large man laughed.

"It's ok Adam, you're not the first one since the movie came out. Gets asked for autographs all the time."

"Right you are Bertrand, right you are. But you got to be careful what you say in front of the lads, they'll think Fluffy is around the corner."

"Actually, hoping to see your namesake the dragon," Randy said.

"You must be Roberts' nephew, same lack of sense of humor," Gringot said. "Now down to business. On your assignment I understand you will be spending most of your time naked, a condition I understand all of you are quite accustomed to performing acts you are also conversant with even if they're not with your usual range of partners. The goal is to give you undetectable communications, tracking and self-defense. Johnson, can you bring the demos over here please."

The man who rolled the cart over was just over six feet [1.80 m] tall but thin as a rail, a vast contrast to his boss. He uncovered the tray and stepped back. "Everything is prepared Sir."

"Very good Dilbert," Norbert said and picked up a wafer thin object less than an inch square.

"This device is a combination tracker and communicator. Mostly tracker so we can follow you throughout the house. We'll plant it subcutaneously in your armpits and hope none of your clients has a pit fetish. You'll have to shave your hair off first but I understand that's a requirement anyway. The tracking will start immediately; to communicate you'll feel for a small button and press, then whisper. It is a very sensitive microphone. If things collapse slap it hard with your palm and we'll break in. Any questions?"

Adam raised his hand and Dr. Gringot nodded at him.

"Sir, as I'm sure you know I'm a shapeshifter and when I turn into Aaron Carter my entire body changes shapes, even grows taller. Will this affect the implant?"

"As long as you don't go smaller than your natural size you'll be fine with the communicator. Where it causes problems is with the weapons strip. You will have to rely on your natural skills and abilities if and when the time comes."

"Mr. Blandings, how about my costume. Can you sew anything into that?" Adam said.

"All of you are entering the complex wearing just Speedo bathing suits and they will be taken from you as soon as you exit the car. You will be naked at all times except for Adam when he's in costume before stripping. The four of you," he pointed at the older boys, "will be responsible for watching Adam's back as well as the two targets."

"Thank you Bertrand," Gringot said as he held up a thin plastic strip that looked like a large and long Band-Aid."

"Not quite my skin color," Jorge said.

Gringot looked down at the Hispanic boy. "Right now it doesn't look like anybody's skin color but when we put it on you it will take a day to change color and match your natural tones perfectly. They will even mold with your skin so unless somebody knows where it is and is feeling for it they will not see or feel it.

"We're going to be seen and touched everywhere," Randy said.

"This is going to be a hard assignment for you. The strips will be attached today so tomorrow night after study time find a fellow student you've had sex with before and see if he can find it without any hints," the doctor said.

"Who to choose, who to choose," Randy said and Kennard gave his lover a shot in the ribs.

March 15, 2002 11:15PM Paul & Phil's room

"I forget whose idea this was," Phil said.

"But I'm enjoying it a lot," Paul said.

Kennard was lying on Phil's bed while the one identical twin was giving him a massage while the other twin was matching every move on Randy. This wasn't the first time they'd been in this position and the twins had gone over the weapons strips several times without detecting, tasting or dislodging it.

"Suck me," Kennard said.

"Yeah," Randy said.

"Ask and," Phil said.

"You will receive," Paul said.

"I am so ready to receive," Kennard said and sighed as he felt Phil's lips encircle his cockhead.

There was symmetry on the two halves of the room. Identical thrusts up into identical mouths bobbing with matching sex music coming from Kennard and Randy's mouths. Kennard and Randy arched their backs in unison as Phil and Paul sped up their sucking around equally throbbing cocks.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming," Kennard and Randy said thrust their hips up, cocks deeper and shot their seed deep down sucking throats.

"What do you want," Phil said.

"To do now?" Paul said.

"Finish our back massages," Kennard said.

"There's one spot you missed," Randy said and the two lovers flipped onto their stomachs and spread their legs.

"I do see what," Phil said.

"You mean. Must rectify that immediately," Paul said.

Randy and Kennard turned their heads to watch each other and blew kisses as their twin slowly inserted their identical cocks into a pair of nice tight holes. Phil and Paul started with long slow strokes, leaving just the tips of their hard, thick seven inches [18 cm] inside the ass, tantalizing Kennard and Randy. The in-strokes rubbing against their prostrates.

Gradually they picked up speed, shortening the strokes while causing Kennard and Randy to fuck their own hard cocks against the beds. The two bottoms began screaming as they were forced harder and harder into the bed as the twins fucked them faster, deeper and with longer, thicker, throbbing cocks as they panted with looming orgasms.

"Fill me, oh shit fill me now," Kennard and Randy said in unison.

"Soon slut, soon you'll be mine," the twins replied and got grunts in return.

Six minutes later all four cocks erupted with large flowing orgasms. Two coating sheets and two filling asses to overflowing.

March 16, 2002 12:02AM Kennard and Randy's room

Naked Kennard and Randy walked across the hall and into their room. Jorge and Stephan were making out on the living room floor.

"How did it go?" Stephan asked.

Kennard and Randy laughed. "Passed every…" Kennard said.

"…test the twins gave," Randy finished.

March 18, 2002 4:20PM Headmaster's Conference Room

Dr. Shoga and the boys were reviewing how to keep the Adam switch private and keep Adam out of view altogether when Headmaster Roberts and Mr. Blandings walked in together.

"Hi Dad," Kennard said.

"Boys, sit and be quiet. Dr. Shoga we need to talk," Roberts said and led the other men out of the room.

The boys sat and kept quiet but they kept looking at each other and wondering what was going on.

Ten minutes later, thirty it seemed to the boys, the door reopened and the men walked back in. None looked happy.

"Gentleman, I'm going to keep this simple. The timetable's been moved up, you go in tomorrow," Headmaster Roberts said.

The boys relaxed.

"Wow, worried you were canceling the mission," Randy said.

"Told you," Mr. Blandings said, "teens get more pissed at no than anything else."

"Dad," Kennard moaned and everybody laughed.

"We're going to spend from now to supper and then after with a final run through and last minute preparations. Tomorrow morning you will report here at 8:30 wearing your Speedos under your regular uniform," Dr. Shoga said.

"What if anything do we tell everybody else about our disappearing?" Stephan said.

"They're pissed at us enough about disappearing every day, especially after supper," Adam said. "Especially my boyfriend."

"Don't think five family emergencies is going to work," Randy said.

"Tell them what you told them the other night. That to keep their mouths and talents shut and you'll tell them what you can when you get back. If you can avoid the issue altogether it will be even better," Roberts said.

"Always thought this place was bugged from heaven to hell," Jorge said."

"Mr. Romero," Roberts started.

"I know, I know, it's for my own good, our protection and I'd better get used to it when I'm in the field."

"Starting tomorrow boys, we have no idea what kind of listening equipment is in there, especially in the private rooms where you'll take clients. There's also the possibility of telepaths or other talents among the boys. If the CIA has them you can bet the Russians do," Mr. Blandings said.

March 19, 2002 11:11AM Prospect St., Georgetown section of Washington, DC

Mr. Blandings honked the horn on the black delivery panel van. The boys were sitting on the floor in the back wearing nothing but blindfolds and Speedos. They heard the rear door open and the chill air blew hard on the bare skin.

"Take your blindfolds off," a male voice with a noticeable but understandable Russian accent said.

The boys took them off hurriedly then blinked in the sudden light.

"My name as far as you are concerned is Master. For the next three days you will do what my staff and I tell you to do with whomever we tell you to do it with whenever we tell you. I intend to make a lot of money off of five fresh American whores to make up for what I'll lose from giving up Evgeniy."

"Yes master," Jorge said coolly.

"One final note, any attempt to take another boy from here even of their own free will means the end of my cooperation and will be met with resistance. Now please exit the van and go inside. Mr. Blandings I will see you on Friday afternoon and no sooner."

The boys hurried into the garage in front of them and up a short flight of stairs and through a door where a tall burley man was waving to them. Once inside the brightly lit white tiled room the man pointed to one wall and motioned them to stand flat against it.

"Strip," he said and the boys removed their suits while moving as little as possible. "Masturbate, do not shoot."

Without a glance the five boys started beating off as the man walked up and down in front of them.

The outside door opened and the boys got their first good look of their master. He was just 5'4" [1.60 m] and slender and could probably still pass for one of the boys in his charge. His straight black hair was tied in a ponytail that ended between his shoulder blades. The ramrod posture and cold eyes spoke of the power he commanded and the quick step back and bow from the much larger Russian made it clear if you'd missed it.

"Hands to your sides," master said.

As he walked past each boy he gave the boy's cock a quick squeeze and a stroke followed by a quick feel of the chest. Adam, already looking like Aaron Carter was the last one in line and master stopped in front of him.

"You do look a lot like young Mr. Carter boy," he said.

"Thank you Sir," Adam said and got backhanded across the face and fell to the ground.

"You do not talk unless permitted, not even to the customers unless they say you can. Appropriate noises and comments are permitted," he gave Adam a hand up, "Do not expect that kindness inside. The only boy who knows anything is Evgeniy and I have put him in a separate room with you. The other boys and most of the staff think you are on an loan from another house in New York City and that is why you are sleeping apart and not in the dormitory. Vladimir here and two other senior staff members know the truth as well. If the other boys ask you about your home tell them you cannot believe how nice their master is compared to yours. Now it is time for the noon show and as is our custom when new boys arrive each of you will be the middle of a sandwich and your partners have been given permission to shoot wherever they want on you. After a quick shower and douche you will go into the audience."

Master motioned them to follow him and the five junior agents climbed a flight of stairs and entered the main part of the house. It was enormous and luxurious if rather overdone. In the first room a naked teen was playing the piano while men and boys sat in chairs around the room. There was cuddling going on but no overt sex.

Next was a long hall lined with naked boys ranging from very prepubescent to about seventeen. With almost all of them smooth it was hard to tell, Jorge ran his hand over his newly shaved chest and smiled. The boys knew what the next room was and took a slow breath to relax.

The showroom came next and as they followed the master to the stage they felt hands touching, groping, and running fingers up their cracks. All five smiled and kept moving. The master motioned them to stop at the bottom of the stairs and then he climbed to the stage.

"Comrades, it is always an honor to see all of you here. I have a wonderful surprise for you. I have arranged to borrow five beautiful American boys from another club for three days." Screams of delight rang through the large room. "Now as the veterans here know we have an initiation of all new boys and that time is now. Let me introduce our guests. Randy, Ken, Steve, Jorge and Aaron."

As their name was called each boy ran up onto the stage, walked around it and waved while semi-stiff cocks bobbed up and down.

"And now, here are ten of your favorite boys to break these American sluts in," master said and ten boys trotted in through a door at the end of the stage. They ranged from thirteen to sixteen but were completely hairless.

The five watched as they approached. The Russian boys took a walk through then each picked an American to have sex with. They kissed and fondled and when an American had two Russians they moved to a spot on the stage and resumed feeling each other up.

As he was led around Kennard spotted Evgeniy in the second row squirming around on a very old and very fat man's lap. He gave a slight nod and got a wink in return. The boy was as cute as his pictures with the short dirty blond haircut with sky blue highlights and completely smooth besides that. Cute face highlighted by beautiful mouth and pure white teeth on top of a lean and lightly muscled body. Kennard's partners guided him into a doggy position. Evgeniy would have to wait.

A cock rubbed his lips and he looked up at the boy. The boy was young, thirteen at most but with a hard uncut six inches [15 cm]. The boy pushed and Kennard slowly swallowed it while running his tongue all over the smooth surface. He extended his tongue and licked the boy's smooth balls generating a loud soprano moan.

The youngster pulled out most of the way and Kennard felt the cock at his ass begin to push in so he opened himself up to accept it. And found himself being stretched wider than he'd ever been before. He groaned and felt balls on his lips again and he concentrated on that as the huge organ kept penetrating further and further up his hole and past his prostate. Kennard felt his cock growing hard and leaking precum onto the stage. For a second he wondered if he'd have to lick any mess he made up because he knew the way his prostate was being rubbed he'd be shooting his load.

"My name is Ivan," the young boy said, "that is Gregor with the ten inch [25 cm] cock at the rear. Welcome to our home."

Kennard pulled off Ivan's cock. "My name is Ken, I am happy to be here," he said in Russian.

Ivan bent down and started tongue dancing with Kennard while Gregor kept fucking. "You speak Russian?"

"Very little, have regular customer from UN consulate. Your English is good."

"We all speak a little, we are in America after all," with that Ivan stood and Kennard swallowed his cock again.

Minutes later Gregor screamed, pulled out and emptied his load in five hard shots over Kennard's neck and back. The final shot happened at the same second as Ivan went into a powerful dry orgasm and the combination brought Kennard over the edge and he shot his load over Ivan's legs and the floor.

"Lick me clean American dog slut," Ivan said with a smile as he stepped back.

Kennard stuck his tongue out, and then licked his cum off the boy's hairless legs.

Gregor wiped his cum and ass juice covered cock over Kennard's ass before pulling Kennard's mouth to his own for a long kiss.

"You have hot ass," Gregor said.

Kennard stroked the long limp cock in front of him, "and you have one hot big cock."

By this time the others were finished as well and they got a loud round of applause as they left the stage. Evgeniy kissed his client, whispered something in his ear and met them at the bottom of the stage.

"Walk around with your partners to collect your tips then I will take you to our room to shower," he said and handed each Russian and American boy a small bag.

Kennard and his friends followed their host's lead and by the time they were finished all fifteen bags were full.

Ivan jumped into Kennard's arms and kissed him deeply. "Thanks to you we had good day, master will be very pleased."

"How much are those coins worth?"

"Most are ten of your dollars, some more," Ivan said.

"Let's go," Evgeniy said, "I'll explain everything after showers. You get back to work Ivan."

Evgeniy led them through the stage door and up two flights of stairs and down a long hallway covered in a red shag carpet. The boys found the temperature comfortable despite being naked.

"We are alone in this section and won't be disturbed. Our bedroom is at the end but here is the bathroom and showers. We'll go there first and turn the water on hard and hot."

"Will you join us?" Randy said.

"Yes, but no sex, that's for customers."

Five minutes later they were lathering up in a steam filled room.

"Good, now they can't see or hear us. There are cameras and microphones everywhere. Are you really here to get me and Uncle Nikita out so we can be free in America?"

"Is that what you really want Evgeniy or are you just doing what he wants?" Jorge asked.

He thumped his chest. "I want, he loves me for more than sex and I really like him. Plus I'm getting old for here, another year or so then I don't know what will happen to me."

"How about all this money, don't you get any of it?" Stephan said.

"One third is credited to our account, the rest goes to pay our living expenses. Supposed to get when we leave."

Kennard took Evgeniy's hand, "How long have you been here?"

Evgeniy shrugged, "Almost ten years I think and haven't been out of here once in all that time. But please do not feel sorry for me, they do take good care of us."

"Guys, if there are cameras everywhere and I guess that means our bedroom too where am I going to change?" Adam asked.

"Change? I know you do striptease later but no clothes till right before you go on," Evgeniy said.

"You'll see. Do you know where the cameras are in the bedroom?" Stephan said.

"Yes, only one in this room and it is in open."

"Before we go to the room I must tell you that you will see and hear things that you might not understand and you cannot tell anybody about ever. Not even Uncle Nikita," Randy said.

"I swear."

They shut the water off and dried each other slowly before going to the bedroom. It was bigger than the Americans expected with room for three bunk beds and some chairs. But then there was no need for dressers or any other furniture. The camera was placed near the ceiling and covered the bunk beds and chairs, just about everyplace except along the door wall.

"Randy, get Stephan up there so he can do his thing. Remember take out as much of this wing's surveillance on this floor and underneath," Kennard said.

"I know what I'm supposed to do," Stephan said with a smile.

Randy had him a foot off the floor by the time he'd said that and a moment later Stephan was floating right under the camera. Stephan took a deep breath and touched the wires coming out of the back of the camera. Two minutes later he motioned to Randy who lowered him.

"Surveillance is out and computer is reporting two different problems, neither one in this area. Go Adam."

"You were right, I don't understand and no one would believe me," Evgeniy said.

"How about this?" Adam said.

Evgeniy turned to the different voice and gawked. "Where did you come from?"

"This is what I meant by change. I'm a shapeshifter, Randy is a kinetic which means he can move things, Jorge is a telepath," Adam said.

"A mind reader?" Evgeniy said and covered his head.

"That will not help my friend but I will not pry into your secrets," Jorge said.

Evgeniy nodded and pointed at Stephan, "You can turn things on and off, make them do what you want?"

"Basically."

"What about you Ken? What amazing talent do you have?"

"Watch the chair."

Kennard took a deep breath and Evgeniy appeared sitting on the lap of the man he'd been with in the club. Then the picture was gone.

Evgeniy slumped to the floor and covered his head again. "Are all Americans like you?"

Randy sat next to him and put an arm around the Russian boy's shoulders. "No, we're very rare and until our school found us we thought we were freaks who had to hide our talents.

"Talent, I thought giving great head was talent."

Randy kissed him on the cheek, "Trust my friend, it is a very important talent and one highly prized at school. Now I have a question for you."

Evgeniy returned the kiss, but on the lips and with a lot more feeling.

"Man I wish that was the question but of the other boys are there any that seems to know things they shouldn't. I know it's hard to tell with all the cameras and microphones but could any of the boys be telepaths?"

"Very few smart enough, they are all great at sex but have never worked on minds. And I think you need to be smart to use your talents," Evgeniy absently stroked Randy's cock as he thought, "but new boy came month ago, Rash. Strange because he's fourteen, which is old for new boy, and right away he got close to me. But don't know if he's telepath or spy."

"Or just good taste in boys," Adam said.

Evgeniy blushed slightly.

"He the one I was sucking?" Stephan said.

Evgeniy nodded.

"Somebody's coming, Adam can you change back?" Jorge said.

"Yes, guys block me for a minute," Adam said.

Less than a minute later the door opened and a guard walked in. "Come, all of you, come work."

"Let me out guys," Adam said.

For the next four hours they joined the other whores and were fucked and sucked and they fucked and sucked as well. Later on they'd all confess they couldn't remember how many sex acts they'd been involved in much less seen. Evgeniy smiled and welcomed them to his life.

During their supper break of thick fish soup Adam slipped into a bathroom cell to recharge. Halfway through his rest cycle another boy pounded on the door.

"Bad cum," Adam said and started coughing.

The boy left but when Adam rejoined them they all started laughing, including his friends. He rolled his eyes, which provoked even louder laughter. He pouted and stomped his feet and boys were rolling on the floor.

"Enough," Kennard yelled between laughs.

Adam started laughing hard himself and a minute later Randy tackled him, covering his body.

"You're changing," Randy whispered.

"Shit," Adam said and forced himself to calm down.

"What's up?" Stephan said kneeling by Adam's head.

"Who do I look like?" Adam whispered.

"Like your supposed to," Stephan said and Randy nodded before rolling off.

"Got to be more careful," Adam said.

Evgeniy came over, "Everything all right? You dance right after supper."

"Fine, I'm fine, I'll dance like Barishnakov."

"Better dance like Aaron," Kennard said.

At that moment a guard stuck his head in the room. "All you finish eating, American Aaron come with me to get ready."

Randy looked down and Adam nodded.

"Coming Sir," Adam said and stood.

As he left the room he passed Jorge who was looking at Rash.

"Anything," Adam said.

Jorge shook his head then shrugged slightly.

"Get closer."

"Quiet, move," the guard said.

March 21, 2002 10:00AM Prospect St., Georgetown section of Washington, DC

A loud ringing woke all the boys in whorehouse after another long nights work. Evgeniy had told the boys at the end of their second day there, about seven hours earlier, that the past couple days had been busier than usual but that was always case when new boys arrived, especially ones like them who were only for few days.

Even Randy had fallen asleep on his side so not to put pressure on his sore dick and ass. His last words had been: "I'm not going to have sex for a month after we get out of here."

"Like hell," Kennard said then he too fell asleep.

Now the six boys looked nervously at each other. Randy gave a thumbs up and it was quickly matched. They'd gone over the plan twice in the shower the day before and everybody knew what their roles were.

The Americans all prayed everything worked. Because the emergency backup plan included the Russian Admiral but not their new friend.

They showered, gave each other enemas before heading down for their daily physical and breakfast. None were that hungry but forced themselves to eat so they looked normal and being teenaged boys that really didn't take much effort.

March 21, 2002 12:00PM Prospect St., Georgetown section of Washington, DC

Master walked in right on schedule with his clipboard and guards. Every boy rose and stood at attention while he walked up and down the room.

"For one o'clock show Rash will go first and then you American Aaron, just do a different song. Evgeniy, the Admiral has arrived so go to him as soon as we're finished. Your regular room is ready for after the show."

He continued for another five minutes, telling boys which regular would be there for them or where he wanted them stationed. As everybody expected the other Americans were assigned to the showroom. They'd been a big hit with all the clientele.

"Go, be good Russian boys and do your jobs well," master said and everybody moved.

Evgeniy made a beeline to the Admiral and after a deep kiss started whispering in his ear. Rash and Aaron went backstage to get ready. Kennard, Randy, Jorge and Stephan spread through the room, keeping track of Evgeniy, making sure nothing important had been moved. All the while servicing clients in several ways.

Shortly before show time Kennard was sucking one Russian while Gregor was fucking him and Randy was fucking Gregor. Then Ivan slid underneath Kennard on his back and swallowed Kennard's cock. Clients surrounded the five boys, touching them as they jerked off at the hot sight.

"Getting close, I'm going to cum all over your face American."

"And me on your back slut," Gregor added.

"And me on yours slut," Randy said.

With that they all pulled out and began stroking their hard boy cocks furiously.

Kennard, his cock still firmly in Ivan's mouth was the first to cum and howled as he shot his load till it flowed up and out of Ivan. The sight and sound brought the other three over the edge and cum started flying everywhere. From the boy's cocks and the men's.

Coins of all colors started flying and Randy and Kennard let the Russian boys pick them up as they headed to the slut washroom to clean up before the show.

Ivan caught up with them and held out a handful of coins.

"These are yours, you earned them too."

Kennard bent down and kissed him, tasting his own cum on the boy's lips as he closed Ivan's hand over the coins.

"We are leaving today my friend and our master will not let us keep them. You hand them in and make master proud of you."

"I knew you would say this. Really wanted to tell you that I like you, wish you could stay and work here," Ivan said and hugged Kennard and Randy before running out of the room.

Kennard and Randy looked at each other and held up one finger. Then sighed and headed back out.

Back in the showroom they immediately felt a link form with their roommates.

"Everything ok?" Jorge asked telepathically.

"Yes," the other three replied.

"When Adam jumps off the stage at the end we roll," Jorge said and broke the link.

Each of them walked past where the Admiral and Evgeniy sat in the front row. The Admiral was in his early fifties but still in shape unlike many of his comrades in attendance. To all the boys Evgeniy's claim that he'd be able to keep up seemed good.

"Comrades, it is always an honor to see all of you here. I have a wonderful show for you," master said, "Two fantastic musical talents. First our very own Chippendiddie dancer Rash!"

The lights dimmed and a hip-hop dance track started and Rash came on stage. Rash is a little over five feet [1.50 m] tall despite having just turned fourteen with short black hair and deep green eyes. Wearing a red vest and tight black shorts he danced around the stage to the music. The dance punctuated with pelvic and ass thrusts combined with hip checks. After several minutes he let the vest slip off, raised his hands over his head and twirled so everybody could appreciate his firm hairless body. The song hit a slow interlude and Rash slowly slipped his shorts down. Turning and tantalizing the audience till his erect six-inch [15 cm] uncut cock sprang free. The shorts hit the floor and he kicked them off. The music resumed its faster pace and his dancing matched the tempo. The clients roared their approval.

Behind the curtain master walked up to Adam.

"Your van is out front. Are you and your friends ready?"

Adam nodded, "Right now master I'm more worried about following Rash. He is really a good dancer."

"And hot as hell in bed but they'll be so amazed at seeing Aaron Carter you could stutter and they wouldn't notice."

"I'll do my best master."

"To bad you boys can't stay."

"To bad we can't free more," Adam thought to himself as he checked himself out in front of the mirror. He was wearing a light blue basketball outfit with high top sneakers and white socks pushed down like he'd seen in some Aaron Carter video. The shorts stopped just above the knee, and about three inches [7½ cm] below the jersey. He bounced on his toes as he heard Rash's song wind down.

On stage Rash was tiring but his cock was hard and bouncing all over the place as he ran around the stage waving at the men in the audience. Most of them had personal sluts with them and all seemed into his performance. The music finally stopped and he slowed and waved before leaving the stage.

Five minutes later master walked out again. "Gentlemen, I hope you liked Rash as much as I did and hope you remember to thank him properly when you see him after the show. Remember all tips go to their retirement fund. Let's have one more round of applause for Rash."

Rash ran out with a towel around his neck, smiled and waved before running off.

"And now, the star of this afternoon's show. Our American guest, Aaron Carter!" master said and motioned Adam on.

The crowd started cheering and master pulled Adam close to him. "Good luck, tell Evgeniy I will miss him and that arrangements have been made for him to get his money in dollars."

"Thank you master. You and your staff take care of your boys better than we thought."

Master handed Adam the hands free mike and Adam slid it on as music started playing.

"Wasn't Rash great?" Adam said and the crowd roared. "I'd like to do the title song from my new record, Another Earthquake."

Unlike Rash who just danced Adam lip-synched to the rap beat as he copied the dance from the secret concert videotape the CIA supplied him. The first thing he removed were the sneakers, kicking each of them off in long arcs that landed in the back of the room. His socks were next and he tossed them to the middle of the crowd.

The taped backup singers did the chorus and while he pranced around the stage he whipped off the jersey and tossed it to the Admiral who slipped it onto Evgeniy.

"Well, at least one of us will be wearing something," Adam thought as he gave his new friend a thumbs up. For the next section Adam rubbed his sweating chest and the bulge in his crotch. The next chorus came and he dropped the shorts then kicked them to somebody else in the front row as the crowd cheered. He could see several clients either jerking off, fucking their boys or being blown. "AC, bet you've never saw this at one of your concerts."

As the song went into its final verse he started pointing at his partners and Evgeniy and they all nodded and started moving. The song ended and Adam ran around the stage waving then jumped off right in front of Evgeniy and the Admiral. Evgeniy jumps up and then pulls the Admiral up.

At first nobody thinks twice about it because the two of them should be heading to the stairs. But when the three head away from the stairs and toward the outside door guards start moving.

As soon as the music stopped Stephan left his client and ran over to a security panel barely beating a guard. Stephan grabbed the lever but instead of pulling it held it tight while kicking the guard in the shins. As he sensed the current flowing from the handle to the control room an alarm went off. The guard smiled at him and got a kick in the balls in return. Seconds later the siren stopped and half the lights went off.

Jorge moved behind the Admiral and scanned ahead.

"Two coming at us from the right."

"Take them, got two by the door," Adam said.

"Got the one on the right," Kennard said and put a brick wall in their path bringing them to a screeching halt.

Behind them Randy lifted two more guards kinetically and threw them against the wall.

Jorge ripped the weapons strip off his arm and carefully removed two darts and tossed them at a couple customers who were joining the fracas. The sleep darts struck home and the two men fell.

Adam reaches the front door to find two guards pulling stun guns. He takes a deep breath and changes into master freaking out the guards who drop their stun guns and run.

Adam turns the handle but it's locked. "Randy, break the door."

"Duck," Randy yelled and forces the door outward tearing it from its hinges and shattering the frame.

Adam leads the Admiral and Evgeniy outdoors with Jorge close behind. Adam sees Mr. Blandings and two other men standing by the van parked at the curb facing toward Wisconsin.

Mr. Blandings starts waving to hurry.

Back inside Randy and Kennard are at the door when a guard tackles Randy, before either one can react Ivan kicks the guard in the head twice.

"Take me," Ivan said.

Randy grabs him up as he regains his feet and with Kennard tear out of the whorehouse.

A minute later they're all in the van turning south on Wisconsin toward M.

"Everybody ok?" Mr. Blandings said and got a chorus of yes and da from everyone. "I think we have an extra."

"Dad, this is Ivan, he knocked out a guard holding Randy, couldn't leave him behind."

"Please sir, I want to defect to America. I be your sex slave to stay here," Ivan said.

Kennard put his arm around Ivan's shoulders. "I don't think my mother would go for that. Maybe a foster son now that I'm away at school all the time. What do you think Dad?"

Ivan turned, "He really your father?"

Everybody nodded.

"Sorry sir, but I will be good son."

"One step at a time Ivan, but welcome to America. In the meantime Chris can you hand out those gym clothes. Think I've had enough of my son and his friends walking around naked."

From the back where he was cuddled next to the Admiral Evgeniy said, "I'm not naked, haven't worn this much clothes in long time."

"Welcome to America Evgeniy, we may be free but not free to walk around naked in the streets," Chris said as he passed a pair of gym shorts back.

March 22, 2002 7:35PM Kennard and roommates room

"Their door's open," Skylar yelled and seconds later all the fourteens were in the room.

"Now can you guys tell us what was going on?" Vincent shouted several minutes later.

"Better Ken, show us," Phil said.

"No way can I do that, but to keep it simple we were on assignment to help two Russians defect and it ended up being three.

"Then after we were debriefed we met the DCI," Jorge said.

"Just the four of you? No way," Timmy said.

"No, Adam too. Now here's what we can tell you," Randy said. "Best news is the director said that since we did such a good job they'll be more willing to have younger students out in the field when it calls for it," he finished an hour later.

A knock on the door stopped the cheering. Antonio was standing there naked and smiling. "Hey, it's Aaron's party so let's have some candy."

Adam as Aaron walked in with another thirteen carrying a boom box.

"Now here's the first song I did," Aaron said and I Want Candy started playing and every boy went for their favorite piece of candy.