While after reading this you may wonder as far as I'm concerned this is a complete work of fiction. This is the first of a new series and it does contain scenes of teenaged boys having sex so if you're not interested, it's against the law or you'll get your butt whipped if you're caught reading move on. Please send all comments to sidg0714@cs.com.
Boys of the CIA Part 1: First Day By Sid G with help from Erik
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 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 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 an 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 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" 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.
<Relax amigo it's Jorge. I'll go over the pathing rules later but you don't have to worry. > 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 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 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.
To be continued.