The Boys of the CIA

By Sidney Gittler

Published on Sep 1, 2002

Gay

After reading this you may wonder but as far as I'm concerned this is a complete work of fiction. This is the second of the 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 Chapter 3: Surprises and New Faces By Sid G. with help from Erik.

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, 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" 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 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 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 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 tall and so thin he was almost invisible anyway, his cut cock on the other hand appeared to be seven inches 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 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.

Next: Chapter 4


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