The Boys of the CIA

By Sidney Gittler

Published on Jan 26, 2003

Gay

The following story is a work of fiction. It takes place at a school that does not exist. It does contain sex acts between teens and teens and tweens, all consensual. If you don't like that or refuse to believe in the possibility of the paranormal then please leave. All comments to SidG0714@cs.com

Boys of the CIA: Part 5 By Sid G. (c)2003

April 17, 2002 2:37PM Boys School for the Talented (BST)

Headmaster Blaine Roberts crossed his fingers and picked up his phone.

"Mr. Blandings, a pleasure to hear from you."

He heard a chuckle, "Did Ms. Hanley tell you I had another mission for your boys?"

"No, just the tone I guess. So what can I do for you Bertrand?"

"When is the next time the 13 and 14s go to the mall?"

"This Sunday. Has there been progress in Kyle's case?" Roberts said.

"Possibly. We backed off surveillance on Bruce Smyth and just in the last month or so we've picked up signs of him being watched. Including when he went to the mall the last time they were scheduled," Blandings said.

"But with the mission Kyle didn't go, it was his choice but didn't feel safe without Kennard and company."

"And I'm sure all the boys are looking forward to going Sunday."

Roberts sighed, "But you want me to tell them no."

"Hell no, I want them there and give us a chance to grab somebody alive."

April 17, 2002 6:02PM BST Dining Room

"What's that?" Kennard asked.

Randy looked at the outside of the envelope. "Don't know, it was on my plate when they gave it to me."

"Quiet, you're supposed to whisper doing this cloak and dagger stuff. Isn't it fun? Maybe another chance to play spies," Skylar said.

"Quiet," Phil and Paul said together.

Randy opened the letter and read it quickly. "Jorge, path Kyle and tell him to come over with Antonio and Dwayne at the end of supper."

A minute later Jorge started laughing and pointing over at Kyle. They all looked over and saw him discretely holding his own envelope. Randy gave him a thumbs-up.

"Who else?" Victor said.

"All of us, now eat," Randy said.

"Hi guys," Dwayne said shortly after seven, "Can we join you for dessert?"

"Sure," Stephan said.

They sat and Kyle slid his letter over to Randy who quickly read it then put it behind his and passed it to Kennard.

"You know, I think it would be really nice if we took our desserts out back," Kennard said and stood.

"Can I get Wynn and bring him?" Kyle said referring to the fourth in his room.

Kennard nodded to Randy who nodded to Kyle.

On their way out back Kennard whispered to Jorge and then Skylar.

The twelve young boys sat on the ground at the rear of the patio in as small a circle as they could comfortably make.

"Kennard, supply the background please," Randy said.

"As you all know Kyle joined us at BST on New Year's Eve. What only a few of you know is the story behind it. Kyle was the boyfriend of an old friend of mine from Arlington and we met on Christmas Day at the park down the block from my house. It was my Dad, our friend and the two of us. As we talked and got to know each other we were attacked by two men on motorcycles. Kyle and I helped but my father killed them."

"It was how they learned about my talent," Kyle said softly while grabbing Antonio's hand tighter.

"By the end of the day Kyle had been admitted," Kennard continued, "In mid-March Dad told me that Kyle had been the target and that's when and why the mall trip arrangements were changed."

Skylar held his hand up and silence fell. A couple figures came around the side of the building. Skylar, Randy, Phil and Paul began to stand while Kennard pulled Kyle behind him and Dwayne on one side and Wynn on the other made a barrier.

"Very good boys, excellent. Can Dr. Shoga and I join you peacefully?" Headmaster Roberts said.

"Sure Uncle, do you want chairs or join us down on the ground?"

"Can get down but may need help getting these old bones up," Dr. Shoga said.

"Don't worry," Phil said.

"We'll float you home," Paul said.

"Don't you," Kennard said.

"Hate it," Randy said.

"When they," Jorge said.

"Do that," Stephan said.

"You," Skylar said.

"Bet, "Victor said.

"Tough," Phil said.

"Shit," Paul said and everybody started laughing.

"First question, do we let them take me?" Kyle said when everybody was calmly seated.

"Absolutely not, your capture will only be permitted if it is that or your life."

"You'll give him one of those tracking devices?" Jorge asked.

"Yes, but you four and Kyle will be the only ones with them."

"But you told us they would, oh you lied again for our own good," Stephan said.

"The tracking devices have been turned off since you got back to school but just seemed prudent to," Dr. Shoga shrugged.

"So what's the plan for Sunday?" Victor asked.

"None of you let Kyle out of your sight. He pisses, several of you need to piss. He needs to shit you hang out waiting for your bud. Telepaths you are constantly scanning but do not interfere in anything else unless it is a matter of life or death. Kinetics if there's anything that looks like it's deliberately in the way and dangerous move it. Subtly if you can or at least without being too obvious," Roberts said.

"If you can let me know I can project a couple maintenance men around the object and we can work together," Kennard said.

"Good idea," Shoga said and Kennard smiled.

"You will all see the same movie at the same time. Kyle you four will sit in one row with the eight 14s split up in front and in back of you," Roberts said.

"I thought you wanted them to make a move?" Kyle said.

"They'll wait to we go to the food court and split up to get our food. If we all go for pizza they'll know something's up," Dwayne said.

"Best place for a move, always crowded and right by the doors," Antonio said.

"Where my father and his men will be," Kennard said.

"What about Bruce? I haven't seen him in so long," Kyle said, "Sorry love," he said to Antonio.

Antonio kissed him on the cheek.

"He'll meet you at theater as arranged, sits next to you or Kennard as you choose. He will know what's going on so he won't be surprised and try to interfere. He's the civilian after all," Roberts said.

Kennard and his three suitemates understood what the headmaster meant but it took a moment for the eight boys who had never been on a mission to get the concept that this was no longer a game. This was real and people could get hurt or even die, even one of them.

April 21, 2002 11:30PM: Ballston Common Mall, Arlington VA.

The two school buses pulled up in front of the mall and sixty-four uniformed boys marched out and into the mall along with six staff members. Around back by the food court an unmarked but armored and armed van pulled into an empty handicapped parking space and Mr. Blandings hung the card from the rear view mirror.

Agent Chris Boyce opened the passenger door, got out and opened the sliding side door about eight inches. Bruce Smyth slipped through the crack that quickly disappeared. Anybody looking would have seen two brothers going shopping, even if there was a big age gap.

Back in the front the final dozen boys got off the second bus and walked inside. They spread out in threes and fours and headed down the concourse. They stayed out of the anchor stores but went into the music and bookstores plus any others they felt like. One group never made it in. The groups on the way out were different than the ones going into the store.

In the hour they had before reaching the theater for the 12:45 show they had been observed by three teams of men. Chris and Bruce and another CIA team made two. This three-man team of bad guys was smarter and a lot more careful than the two motorcyclists. Two of the men got tickets and then followed the dozen boys into the theater. They separated and each sat by an exit. Bruce met up with Kennard and Kyle in the men's room and after being handed their soda and popcorn by a BST teacher headed into the theater. Bruce slid into the middle row with Kyle while Kennard sat right behind them.

As the closing credits started Kennard leaned forward. "Bruce you stay with me and if they make a move do not try anything."

"Promise love," Kyle said.

Bruce sighed and nodded.

"Say it," Kyle said.

"I promise not to get involved but I want a hug and a kiss from both of you when it's over."

Kyle leaned in and gave him a kiss. "That's a deposit for later."

Randy took Kennard's hand. "Come on darling we've got to move.

It took them ten minutes to walk over to the food court and start looking at the twenty odd fast food places that lined both sides. Phil and Paul were the first to break off going to the Nathan's at the end by the door. Skylar and Victor went to the pizza place across the dining area for their meal. Each found a table for two on either side of the doors just being cleaned off. The others spread out and Kyle ended up by himself at the Chinese place in the middle.

He had just given his order when the man behind him said, "Make it two of that but both to go."

Kyle turned and started to say something but felt a gun barrel pressed into his back. "What's up?"

"Just got call, that appointment we've been waiting for opened on an emergency basis."

Kyle turned back and waited and prayed. Antonio, Dwayne and Wynn were at the Wendy's next counter over to the door. Dwayne grabbed Antonio when Kyle's boyfriend went to interfere and Wynn used his telepathy to warn Skylar and the older path quickly warned his suitemates and Mr. Blandings outside.

Kyle picked up the bag and took advantage of the man paying to move to the guy's non-gun side. The guy smiled down and shook his head.

"Cute son, but you know I need you on my right side with this bum hand."

"Sorry, but you know the doc said you had to use it to get it working right, or at least looking like a hand and not."

The man slapped the back of Kyle's head with his left hand, "Not in public, you know I'm still sensitive. Kids, no respect," he added to the guy behind the counter.

As Kyle moved Wynn then Skylar reported the weapon was on the right side.

The other two baddies left the Nathan's counter and moved to the door and Victor quickly identified them. The twins used their telekinesis to send a table skidding over the floor and into the men tumbling to the ground and hotdogs, fries and soda spilling too. A security guard ran over to help but he slipped in the soda sending the two men flailing again. Another guard came over carefully and when he helped one baddie up pulled his gun and said, "Don't move, don't say a word this gun has a silencer."

"Same goes for you," the other guard said pulling his gun.

One went for a button on his wrist and received the butt end of the pistol to his forehead as a reward.

Kennard and Bruce had taken their steak sandwiches outside. Fortunately the coast was clear so Kennard quickly projected a couple of barricades so the guy would be forced toward the CIA van.

As soon as he saw the two men go down Stephan, wearing a long t-shirt over his uniform sprinted past Kyle, around the barricades and down toward where Victor pathed the getaway car was waiting, information pulled from the still conscious would be kidnapper's head.

Kyle used Stephan's almost bumping into him to move slightly away and when Jorge saw that he pathed a message to the baddie that his hand was unbearably hot. It took a couple seconds but the guy yanked his hand out of his pocket leaving the gun behind, Kyle turned invisible and ran back inside while Randy levitated the grimacing man up six feet and then dropped him.

Jorge cut the message and by the time the man could look around for his missing victim Chris and Mr. Blandings were shoving their guns at him.

"Up and into the van."

"Why are you doing this to me, where did you take my son?"

"Nice try buster, but he's not your son. Now get in the van nicely or the hard way," Mr. Blandings said.

April 21, 2002 5:00PM BST: Headmasters Conference Room

Headmaster Roberts and Dr. Shoga walked in and the dozen boys started to stand.

"Sit men," Dr. Shoga said and waved them down.

"Gentlemen, we have just finished reviewing your debriefing and I want to congratulate you on a successful mission. Granted it was not as complicated as the first mission four of you went on but at least in this case we got the people we wanted and without any extras," Roberts said.

"Sorry Headmaster," Kennard said.

"You're forgiven, at least your new brother didn't cost us too much money to patch things up with Master."

Kennard smiled, "Ivan heard that conversation and first he volunteered to go back and when that was turned down said he assumed we had a similar place and he would work there until he earned enough to pay it back."

"We've got a whorehouse?" Jorge snapped.

"Relax, we don't. We've used pros when needed but never an operation like that," Roberts said.

"Jorge, you've reacted like this before. I've checked your history and I don't know why. Care to explain?" Dr. Shoga asked softly.

"Can't it be enough that I'm sickened by boys being forced to fuck for a living?" Jorge said.

"Because I don't believe that's the reason," Dr. Shoga put his hand up when Jorge began to stand, "Or at least the main reason. There's more to it."

Jorge stood and walked to the back of the room and leaned against the wall. Stephan followed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend then whispered in Jorge's ear.

It took a while before Jorge broke the silence.

"Dr. Shoga, Headmaster, friends I am sorry about my reaction now, my hiding this from you. But it hurts too much to talk about, especially in front of this big a group. First I will tell Stephan in private and Headmaster I need your word that even if it is taped neither of you will listen to it."

"You have it. If you tell anybody else about this I will throw the responsible room out of this school. In each bedroom there's a dead space in front of the far closet if you sit on the floor next to the dresser. Depending on your size you might be seen but you can't be heard. Now I need all of your word."

"Yes Headmaster," the boys said in unison.

"After I have my love's reaction and have gone through telling it once I will come to you or Dr. Shoga as you choose and tell it a last time. Randy, Kennard you two are dear amigos and I beg your forgiveness."

"Don't worry Jorge, I sensed something was wrong like Dr. Shoga did but you did your part as good as any of us last month. You are our friend," Kennard said.

"And so hot in bed that I can forgive anything else," Randy said and the tension fled the room.

"Before my nephew starts an orgy on my table I'd like to inform you that we believe the man who attempted the actual grab is very close to the top and we'll get the information needed from him. Even have a few seniors willing to make them their senior thesis. Dismissed," Roberts said.

"Thank you Uncle Headmaster, Dr. Shoga," Randy said and the boys began heading for the door.

"Oh one final thing, there have been commendations put in all your files. All thirteen files," Roberts said.

"Thank you very much Headmaster, I'm sure Bruce will appreciate that if he ever finds out," Kyle said.

"The people who need to know do and when the time comes he will have his government's assistance. Now go get ready for supper.

April 21, 2002 11:11PM BST: Randy & Kennard's room.

Randy looked up as Kennard walked in from taking his shower, beads of water still glistening over his body as he continued to dry himself off.

"Hi gorgeous," Randy said.

He was just as naked as his lover and felt his body react to the first boy he'd truly loved. Noticed that said lover was showing the same reaction.

"Come on over and lay awhile," Randy said.

Kennard dropped the towel and shook water out of his hair before lying down on Randy's bed facing him. Their hard cocks touched but the boys ignored them and concentrated on kissing and caressing.

"I really love you," Randy said.

"And I love you more than I ever thought I'd be able to," Kennard said, "And right now I just want to cuddle and snuggle up with you. Quiet ending to a beautiful day."

Randy pulled the covers over them and used his kinetic powers to turn off the lights and turn the alarm on.

May 15, 2002 8:35AM BST: English Class

"Beware the Ides of June," Mr. Stoker said.

"Shouldn't that be March?" Phil asked.

"Very good Phil, glad to see you remember something from last year. No I meant June but not really the fifteenth, exactly five weeks from today final exams start. Starting I'm glad to say with English."

"But that's a Wednesday?" Timmy said, "Exams always go Monday to Friday."

"Bravo Timothy. Believe it or not the majority of the faculty finally listened to your bitching three times a year about five finals in five days and agreed to stretch them out. Given that I know at least one teacher who will be giving a harder test, especially since his subject goes first."

Everybody started cheering until Mr. Stoker raised his hand. "That means Saturday June 29th will be the Spring Fling right before summer vacation, and it is my turn to coordinate it. Naturally we need student volunteers. I hope the signup sheet is filled by the time we meet again. Now everybody turn to page 234 of A Tale of Two Cities.

May 15, 2002 12:15PM BST: Dining Room

The dining room was buzzing with the double news when the usual eight were all together around their usual table.

"Ok Randy, did you have any idea about the change?" Skylar said.

"No, I admit my uncle asked me about it at some point but I don't hold that kind of power even after everything that's happened this cycle.

"And Mr. Stoker strongly hinted he wants his students to volunteer to work on the dance," Phil said.

"What is the Spring Fling anyway? Some special orgy?" Kennard said.

"No my love, it is a real to goodness dance with a DJ and half decent snacks and lots of slow dancing."

"Then I think I'd like to hear those sweet words from you," Kennard said and kissed Randy's cheek.

Randy rolled his eyes, "Will you pretty please with whip cream and a cherry on top go to the dance with me."

Kennard fluttered his eyes. "Oh darling, I thought you'd never ask. And I put both our names on the committee list already."

"Just as long as we put real decorations up so you don't have to sit in the corner projecting all night," Randy said.

"You volunteered before knowing if it was an orgy or a dance?" Victor said.

Kennard shrugged, "Either way can be fun, romantic setting or cool playroom."

"Romantic sounds a lot more fun," Randy said.

June 15, 2002 4:00PM BST Soccer field

The eight 14s looked at each other and wondered why they were there. It was a hot Saturday afternoon but they were scheduled for talent class not gym.

"Phil, Paul you guys got a note from Dr. Skye too?" Randy said referring to their shared telekinesis teacher.

The twins nodded and everybody from the two rooms showed their notes that instructed them to meet at the soccer field for talents class instead of the usual rooms.

"Wonder if they have another assignment for us?" Stephan said.

"So you can run around and let people see those cute legs again?" Skylar said.

"No, we do enough of that with our uniforms. Truth is I get a rush out of it from the moment we're told."

"Yea, you rush your cock right up my ass every time," Jorge said.

"Didn't hear you complaining boyfriend," Stephan said.

"I think we are about to find out, here comes Dr. Shoga up the path," Victor said.

Wordlessly they stood in a straight row with Paul on the left and Phil on the right and Kennard and Randy in the center.

Dr. Shoga walked from one end of the line to another and then stood front and center.

"Gentlemen, once again you have been chosen. Not for a mission but as a school experiment. Up to now all talent training has been specialized, telepaths with telepaths, kinetics with kinetics, etc. This has led to some like Kennard being isolated in their training because they're the only one with a talent. More as the two missions you've undertaken so far show that different talents will have to work together. The telepaths have a key role to play as mind readers and communicators within the team. The rest of you have to do the heavy lifting so to speak.

"So from now on we will meet every Saturday at this time to try things out. You can tell your friends when they ask. Stress that there is no mission just an experiment that if it works out they will benefit. Any questions?"

"Will we be meeting here every time and will this continue after this cycle?" Randy asked.

"We met here today because it gives us a little more privacy from the other students. If I don't tell you at the end of a session where the next one will be I'll let you know another way. We'll continue at least through the summer cycle when we'll probably meet twice a week," Dr. Shoga said.

"Dr. Shoga, I know there's a logic for us being the experimental group but does it have anything to do with mistakes we made in the two missions?" Kennard asked.

"Everything to do with the first and nothing to do with Ivan. His former owner not only accepted the money but also your reasoning though he denied you were correct. Kennard held out his hand in a stop motion then pointed to Jorge, Skylar and Victor and swirled his fingers in the air. The other boys started looking around and Dr. Shoga vainly tried to get their attention.

"Coming from the goals, six on each side," Skylar said.

"Confirmed," Jorge said.

"Plan to charge when they're both twenty yards away. No sign they picked up on our reading," Victor said.

"How long?" Kennard said.

"Two minutes," Victor said.

"You have anything you can work with Stephan?" Kennard asked.

Stephan brought out a flashlight. "Been playing with this and hoped to get chance to use it. One of those super-bright halogen bulbs, see how much brighter I can make it in the field."

"Cool, you take the right and I'll take the left, wait till their close. Randy, Phil and Victor you're with me the rest with Stephan and have fun with your mind games."

"Injure, kill or scare?" Skylar said with an evil tone.

"Scare unless they try to injure or kill," Kennard said. He looked around at his talent and history teacher but couldn't read his face nor did he get a reaction until just as he turned back he thought he saw a tiny nod.

"Preparing to charge," Victor said.

"Confirmed," Jorge said from the other side.

Right then the two attacking forces stood in a crouch and started running in. Stephan turned his flashlight in and used his electrokinesis to brighten the light even in the late afternoon sun.

Kennard projected a barbed wire fence that formed a semi-circle around the six charging boys on his side.

"They're 12s," Randy shouted as the first boys slipped and skidded into the imaginary fence screaming.

"All of you down on the ground on your stomachs," Skylar shouted and the twelve boys followed orders."

"Now strip without getting up," Randy said as the barbed wire fence disappeared and the flashlight decreased to normal before Stephan shut it off.

"Kneel dogs, you're going to take turns sucking us. When we cum it'll be all over your face and we are done you will walk back to your rooms climbing the stairs and walking around every floor with the cum on your face and still naked," Victor said.

"Kennard I will see you in my office after you are done here," Dr. Shoga said and left before Kennard could respond.

"What's up?" Randy said as they fed their hardening cocks into the first boys.

"You know, same question you have," Kennard said.

"How?"

Kennard nodded.

"Boy," Kennard said pointing to an empty mouthed 12, "what were your instructions?"

"To sneak up and attack without using any of our talents Sir," the boy said.

"Thank you, now suck my cock boy," Randy said pulling his hard cock out of his first boy's mouth. Kennard, Phil and Vector followed Randy's lead and moved down.

On the other side the other set followed suit. Every few minutes they rotated. The older boys made crude comments evaluating each younger boys oral talents.

"Ready Victor," Skylar called.

"Anytime Sky," Victor said.

"Kennard you have the count down honors," Paul said.

"Pull off boys, get your baby faces close together and keep your eyes open." Kennard pulled out and waited till everybody on his side was ready and began stroking. "Ten...nine...eight...fuck it...I'm cumming over all your pretty little faces, oh shit..." Kennard said and sprayed his load over every boy he could reach and saw his three partners doing the same till their six boys' faces were covered in man seed. When they were finished they collapsed on the ground. "Guys you were great, now clean your faces with your shirts and put your shorts on before you go back inside," Randy said. "I thought you said covered and naked?" one twelve asked. "My dear that was for Dr. Shoga, I would never humiliate another student in front of his friends like that," Victor said. "Well, I might," Skylar said, "Not really." And everybody laughed. "Can I ask a question Sir?" another 12 said. "Name's Kennard, what's yours?" "Bryant, I was a team leader and I'd like to know where we went wrong?" "You didn't, left to our own devices we wouldn't have heard you till you made your charge. Might still have been enough time to react but it would have been hard. Dr. Shoga made the mistake." "What mistake?" Phil said. "I started thinking about what he was saying then why was he saying it here when we could just have easily done it in the conference room where he and I usually meet. Realized he had something planned and now I've got to go tell him that. See you at supper guys. And Bryant." "Yes?" "You and your friends are great little cock suckers," Kennard said and left.

June 15, 2002 11:00PM BST Kennard & Randy's bedroom

"You're awfully quiet love," Randy said.

Kennard was sitting at his desk working on an essay and just shrugged.

Randy got off his bed, walked behind Kennard and hit Ctrl+S to save the work and then wrapped his arms around Kennard.

"Something bothering you?"

A nod.

"Something that happened at the soccer field?"

Another nod but this time Kennard turned and looked up into Randy's eyes. Randy saw tears begin to form.

"What?"

Kennard rose and led Randy to his bed and they lay down and cuddled for several minutes before he spoke.

"Couple things really and both are burning inside me."

"Dr. Shoga and the 12s?"

"He didn't believe me, the bastard didn't believe me when I told him I thought his plan out. Insisted I used my precognitive powers to read his mind."

"Could you have and not realized it?"

Kennard pushed Randy away and turned to the wall. "No, it doesn't work that way for me. There are sensations that always come with it and I tried explaining that to him but he didn't care."

Randy pulled his boyfriend over so they were looking face-to-face. "He's just mad because a 14 out thought him and having it be you makes it worse since you're his first talent student. He'll get over it."

"Hope so, didn't realize till then how much he means to me. I mean I look up to him and want him to be proud of me. Shit I'm working on his homework when I really need to catch up on reading for Stoker," Kennard snuggled deep into his love.

"And you feel we took advantage of those 12s. And as much as I hate to say it I agree with you," Randy said, "We all figured it was part of the game, the old rape and pillage."

"And they didn't complain but maybe that's because Shoga didn't say anything so they figured it was expected of the losers."

"Would we be feeling this way if they were 16s?"

"Love, I sure hope so," Kennard said.

"Me too, so what do we do?"

"Get the others and go up and apologize?"

"Let's see what Jorge and Stephan say and then hit across the hall. We have to do this together," Randy said.

After a final kiss Kennard and Randy walked out of their room to find all six of their friends watching TV.

"You guys talking about before, with the 12s" Skylar said.

"We messed up, didn't we?" Kennard said.

"Big time," Stephan said.

"Shall we go up and tell them that? Still have time before curfew," Victor said.

There were eight nods and they walked out and up the stairs to the top floor. Reaching it they found the common area empty but plenty of voices coming through the doors. Jorge led them to one door and raised his hand to knock.

"How do you know this is one of their rooms?" Phil asked.

"I'm ashamed to say but in the heat of the moment his room number popped into my head and I didn't block it or forget it," Jorge said.

"Wait, let me," Kennard said softly. Then in a loud voice, "Bryant, are you here Bryant?"

The door they were in front of opened and Bryant stood there just as naked as the last time Kennard had seen him but a lot cleaner. The smile on his face disappeared.

"What do you want? You got your prize."

Skylar took a step forward but Victor put his hand on Skylar's arm. "We'd like to talk to all of you for a moment Bryant. Please.

Bryant looked into the room for a moment before waving them in. "We're all here, and this time we're not under orders about our talents."

Somebody threw Bryant a pair of gym shorts and he quickly put them on. The other eleven 12s were already dressed similarly.

Kennard stepped forward and slowly looked at all twelve boys. "Bryant, the rest of you, I'm sorry I don't know your names. We came here because of what happened, what we did this afternoon."

"You liked it and want more? Forget it," one of the other 12s said.

"I won't deny liking it, as Ken said then you guys are great cock suckers. But forcing you to do it was wrong and all of us are sorry," Randy said.

"You're just saying that because Dr. Shoga made you," another one said.

"Dr. Shoga didn't say anything then did he? Nor did he say anything when he was yelling at me later. And if any of you are paths then go ahead and read my mind and find out the truth," Ken said.

"And we're not saying it because you're 12s," Stephan said, "It would have been wrong if you were 16s."

"Ken's telling the truth guys," Bryant said.

"Something else you're good at, didn't feel you enter at all," Ken said.

"I'm not a telepath I'm an empath and it works differently but with something like this it works better because it's harder to hide your emotions than thoughts," Bryant said.

"Thanks guys, hope to see you around and get to know you better in a kinder way," Victor said.

"Me too, you guys have great cocks to suck," one of the 12s said.

Everybody laughed, shook hands and then Ken and company headed back to their rooms.

Back in their room Kennard and Randy stripped for bed. It was late and they were mentally exhausted from the day. Kennard sat on his bed and Randy headed for his.

"Randy, love, sleep with me tonight. Just hold me and make me feel safe," Kennard said.

Wordlessly Randy got into Kennard's bed and Ken spooned into him. Randy put his arm over his lover's chest and pulled him in close.

June 17, 2002 3:45PM BST Dr. Shoga's Classroom

Gentlemen, thus comes to the end our last class of the cycle. I will be here every day this period if you need any assistance before the final exam. I would like Kennard, Randy, Skylar and Victor to stay after class. The rest of you are dismissed.

The room was awkwardly silent until they were alone and Dr. Shoga had closed and locked the door.

"Dr. Shoga, about yesterday on behalf of all eight of us I want to tell you how sorry we are about the way we behaved. Last night we went up and apologized to all of them," Skylar said.

"I know. Bryant told me after our morning class. Told me about you're not making them walk up cum stained and naked and then apologizing at night and that he knew you meant it.

"I'm impressed and pleased with both actions even though I'm still angry that you even brought it up at all. That is not the kind of behavior that the Company wants its agents to participate in. The sex four of you had to participate in during the defection is one thing, rape and humiliation purely for revenge or personal satisfaction is not acceptable."

"We know that now," Victor said.

"It can also be dangerous because you let your guard down. What would have happened if there was another team out there you hadn't picked up on?"

"Eight very sore asses probably," Randy said.

"Undoubtedly. Before I let you go I want to apologize to Mr. Blandings. I took my anger toward all of you out on you personally Ken. Questioning, doubting you in ways that I knew and know were wrong. I hope I didn't damage our relationship permanently."

"I hope not either Sir," Kennard said and smiled.

"Now get to the gym all of you. I'll phone Mr. Cody to know you'll be late."

June 23, 2002 2:15PM BST: Archery range

Kennard looked up and down the range and tried calming his nerves. To his left were the other members of the Boys School for the Talented archery team. To the right stood members of the United States Army archery team.

"Gentlemen, this competition will consist of four quivers of ten arrows each. It is an individual as well as team competition and since I coach both teams I expect only the highest scores. Do I make myself understood," Colonel Blake Potter said in precise military cadence.

"Sir, yes Sir," the dozen men and boys responded in unison.

"First quiver is accuracy, fire when ready."

Kennard notched his first arrow, lifted it into position, drew back, hesitated, prayed and released. The arrow flew straight and true into the center of the target.

The second quiver combined speed and accuracy at a fixed target while the third had the target moving back and forth on its track.

"Gentlemen, this is the fourth and final quiver. All of you are training for work in the field where the enemy doesn't just sit there or move in nice lines moving front to back. Preferably with his back to you running away like the cowards they all are," the Colonel said and a cheer went up from the stands. "During this section you will shoot individually from position six. Every target will be moving constantly and as soon as you release an arrow I will call the position of the next target you will fire at. Each contestant will have two minutes from the time I say start after which you will shoot at target six. Captain Tennille you're up first.

The Captain gave a condescending smile as he took Kennard's place on the line.

"Good luck Sir," Kennard said and turned. Accidentally hitting the man in the legs as the Colonel said start.

The soldier turned first toward Kennard and then the Colonel who tapped his watch. Captain Tennille whirled and fired but the shot hit white.

When he was finished the Captain stomped off the line and came close to Kennard. "Fucking faggot, wouldn't want your kind in my outfit."

Kennard put his hand on the soldier's arm and the man turned and glared. "Remember I still have a full quiver of deadly objects and that this is a test of a field situation not a friendly at the range."

The Captain pulled his arm away and for a second looked like he was going to slug Kennard.

"Captain, that is enough, get back in line now," the Colonel said.

Kennard watched as the others shot, realizing the Colonel was saving him for the end.

"Ken, you have ninety seconds, start," the Colonel said as soon as Kennard reached the stall.

Kennard whipped the first arrow out and fired, pulling the next arrow out before the first one hit the target and swung to fire at the first position where the target was moving back while the second paced it five feet in front. Then to twelve moving forward while number eleven moved back. The final arrow struck number ten, which was as far back as possible as time was called.

Ten minutes later when the results were announced as expected the Army team had won. Captain Tennille was announced as the fourth place finisher and turned to sneer at Kennard.

"The bronze medal winner with the highest score ever for a BST student is Kennard Blandings."

Captain Tennille's sneer turned to astonishment and then anger. His glare went back and forth between Kennard and the Colonel.

"Captain, your attitude is unacceptable," the Colonel snapped, "and before you start bitching about the contest we raised that first arrow of the fourth quiver two rings in the scoring and did nothing to compensate Mr. Blandings for the shortened period. You are dismissed, return to the bus and wait for us."

Wordlessly the Captain turned and stalked off. Wordlessly that is until he brushed his arm against the fence on the way out.

Everybody ignored his screams and went to the tent for refreshments.

June 29, 2002 1:15PM BST: Gym

Mr. Stoker clapped his hands and the twenty or so students from all eight classes settled down and faced the English teacher. He was a short slender man with shoulder length black hair swept behind his large ears. Despite being a week into the DC summer he was as pale as he'd been at the winter solstice.

"Gentlemen, we have until dinner to turn this drab disaster of a space to one suitable for a Spring Fling under my sponsorship. Now in those crates along the wall are the wall and table decorations."

"Same ones since my first year," said one of the seniors.

"No Jerome, I convinced the administration to splurge on new decorations so get going. Kinetics, the tables are in the storage room so can you bring them out please. I'll let you know where I want them. The DJ will go in the usual place."

As most of the boys headed to the bins the doors to the storage area swung open. After a bunch of banging the tables started coming out guided by Randy and three other equally embarrassed kinetics.

"I'll be nice and not tell your talent instructors about this," Mr. Stoker said to the accompaniment of laughter. "Now if you can follow my instructions as to where to put the tables while your friends attend to their duties."

Over to the side they finally got the first two crates open and a chorus of wows came out with the first load of decorations.

"Cherry blossoms," Jerome said taking a fake tree from one box.

"This wall paper looks like the tidal basin with the Jefferson Memorial," Phil said.

Mr. Stoker walked over with a design. "Very good, they came out marvelously. Now the small plants go one on each table and the big ones go around the entrance to give a path effect and the others go in front of the other doors to block them. The wallpaper is numbered and one goes at the corner of the left and rear walls and they go till the last is on the right wall."

June 29, 2002 8:50PM BST: Gym

"Doesn't look like the gym at all, looks really nice and romantic," Kennard said.

"If you ignore the basketball hoops up by the ceiling and the other equipment," Randy said before giving his boyfriend a quick kiss.

"That was a much better reply," Kennard said.

"Can you two keep your lust in check until after the door's open?" Mr. Stoker said, "You did an excellent job, just wish I could have figured out a way to have petals falling."

"How about this Sir?" Kennard said and a moment later it looked like petals were falling from the ceiling and vanishing right above the floor.

"Beautiful, how long can you keep it up?" Mr. Stoker said as he watched a petal seeming to float through his hand.

"At least long enough for everybody to enter whose waiting outside," Kennard said.

"But not all night Sir, I want my boyfriend paying attention to me and not keeping up an illusion," Randy said.

"No, just as the crowd enters, that will do nicely. But now I finally know what your talent is Ken. A very interesting one I'm sure I can use during our classes next year. Mr. DJ, please start the first song, Phil and Paul the doors."

The slow instrumental played, the petals fell, the doors opened and the students entered in couples and small groups. Quite a few went to brush petals from their hair only to find nothing but the music and dancing couples caught their attention. By the time the second track was done everybody was inside and a petal free Kennard and Randy were slowly dancing.

A half-hour later they were still in each other's arms as the DJ finally picked up the pace from slow romance to the latest dance grooves. They took a few steps at the faster pace, looked at each other, giggled and headed to a table to join Stephan and Jorge.

Next to them was another table with Victor, Skylar, Phil and Paul. Kyle and his friends were nearby. On the dance floor a cross-section of students moved and grooved to the beat, including two senior levitators dancing twelve-feet off the floor.

"What a year," Kennard said.

"Come along way from that shy little country boy from Boondocks, Alaska," Randy said.

"A long way back to the real me, the Arlington me."

Randy squeezed Kennard's hand, "I think a bit further than Arlington and you've brought me with you."

Kennard looked into Randy's eyes. "We brought each other."

"Hey guys," the DJ shouted into his mike, "I know you don't want to hear everything I had to go through to get here tonight but I didn't do it so you can sit around. I know its old but I want EVERYBODY UP to do the Macarena!!!"

The four roommates rolled their eyes and along with everybody else moved to the dance floor as the beat began. Somehow they ended up front and center with Kyle and his roommates to their right and Adam Cartwright and his to their left.

"Why does this seem like a set up?" Antonio muttered.

"Keep an eye on the people in the front row and I was told to say no talents. Now let's do the Macarena."

The lyrics started and they started moving, turning in unison and the clapping hands and stomping feet shook the gym. As the song continued the intensity built and boys started stripping off their shirts and dropping them. The sweat glistened on the lightly tanned, smooth muscular physiques.

The song kept on and gradually every shirt was on the floor. Finally the music changed to a driving disco beat and the boys broke down into couples and small groups and stayed on the floor. Nobody left this time as the DJ kept them going and going without anybody dropping out, though every once in a while somebody tried dancing sitting on their buns instead of standing on tired feet.

Finally the DJ switched to a slow dance and everybody coupled up. Boys without boyfriends paired up and held on to each other, even if they hadn't done more than see each other over the school year.

"I love you Randy Randy," Kennard said.

"I love you Kennard, I'll miss you not guarding my body for the next two weeks. But we'll talk on the phone."

"Every day."

They embraced and kissed deeply as they continued to dance.

To Be Continued.

Next: Chapter 6


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