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 4: First Mission By Sid G. (c) 2002
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 of height and about twenty pounds. 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 and at least four hundred pounds.
"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 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 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" 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. 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 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 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 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 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.
To be continued.