Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2005 02:03:53 -0500
From: Jashua Glynn <joshuaglynn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gifted Chapter 2: First day of school

You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or
you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you.
All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is
coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights bla bla bla!

This story is about a 15/yo boy struggling with the gifts
that he possesses, and try to find out where he fits in a
modern day society.

Joshua moved to Charleston, South Carolina, due to some
serious girl problems. Now he has met the twins, his next
door neighbors, and is feeling confused about his feelings
toward them. His youngest sister, Kim, is upset at him
because he is getting the bedroom to dye for.

Chapter 2: First Day of School

Casey

	Yesterday was a blast. I really like Josh, so does my
sister. But I couldn't stop thinking about him last night,
after he left.

	When I first met him, and that weird shock thing, I
knew there was something different about him. I can't place
my finger on it, but I connected with him instantly. I had
just gone over to introduce myself, maybe help out for an
hour or so, but I ended up staying the whole day.

	He is an amazing and fascinating person. There's
something about him that just makes me want to hang out
with him all the time. And I just met him yesterday. He is
cool though, and buff for his age. I mean I work out too,
but I'm nowhere near his strength. I was struggling with
some of the furniture he was lifting with ease. He didn't
even break a sweat the whole day, it seemed.

	I woke up this morning and my briefs were all sticky.
Then, I remembered the dream I had last night. Then
suddenly, as the dream was coming back to me, began to feel
really embarrassed. I had snuck over to Josh's house, and
climbed up the lattice on the out side wall of his garage,
Then, I went through his bedroom window.  As he turned
around to see who it was, I made my way across the room to
his bed. He was saying something about why I was in his
room, when I reached down and kissed him.
	This was strange I had never thought about other boys
before, especially not in a sexual way. Ok, maybe I had
boned up before in the locker room, but so were half the
other guys. I especially never thought of kissing another
guy. This was a hard dream for me to remember, and not
because I was repulsed by it, but because I was getting
hard again just thinking about him. I was defiantly a bit
disturbed by this.

	Then, the rest of the dream hit me, me feeling him up,
the hard chest, his ripped abs, then dropping his shorts,
and the felling of his rock hard shaft in my hand. I had
never felt another guy's prick before, but the thought of
it was straining the fabric of my tighty whiteys. And he
was so big; I had never seen one as large.

      Next, I sucked his balls, then his cock. I had never
done anything like this before, as a mater of fact I'm
still a virgin, but it was so vivid. I mean I've made out
with a couple of girls before, just over the close stuff,
But I can't believe I had dreamt this. I remember the look
of shock on his face as I stuffed my finger up his ass, why
had I done that, why was I doing any of this. Then, I
remembered the taste of his cum in my mouth.

      Oh god! I couldn't believe an orgasm was washing over
me and I didn't even touch myself! What's going on! Why am
I having these feelings about another guy?

	Suddenly, my sis barged into my room. I barely had
enough time to throw the cover over myself. She jumped onto
my bed with a big sigh. She was obviously in a very good
mood, she was almost glowing.

	"Cay, you like Josh, don't you?" she said smiling at
me, lying beside me, looking in my eyes.

	I was more than a little taken back, "Yea, he's cool,
why?"

	"I think I'm going to ask him out." She just beamed.

	I was having a really strange feeling about this, why
did I suddenly feel jealous? "Um, sure, he seems like a
great guy."

	"You think so too huh? I haven't been able to take my
mind off of him since he left last night." She suddenly
rolled over on top of me like she's done since we were
kids. She's always liked lying on top of me and looking up
at me with her chin on my chest. But today was not the time
to do that, as I was still half hard from the memories of
last night's dream.

      Her eyes bugged out and she rolled off of me quickly.
"I'm sorry I-I shouldn't have d-done..." She was looking a
little distraught, after just feeling me pressed into her
stomach. Then before I could say it was ok, she must have
got a whiff of my spunk. "Oh, Oh I'm very sorry I... I should
have knocked... Oh my God! That's why you looked so... oh my...
I'm so sorry!" she was getting pink in the face. I was
speechless. As she ran out of my room.

      In all the time I've been jacking off over the past
few years, she has never caught me before. I've always been
very careful. But this morning wasn't exactly planned. So,
I'm sure that was big shock to her. I could feel she was
devastated, and she thinks she was interrupting. I needed
to fix this, so I got out of bed and washed up quick. I
fixed my hair, put on some cologne, and my best prep
clothes in about 10 min flat.

      I went to her room, and knocked. No answer. I knocked
again, still nothing. So I opened the door slowly, and saw
her on her bed face down. I went to her, laid down next to
her. And put my arms around her. "Car, I'm sorry, about
that. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I should
have locked the door first. It's entirely my fault. Let's
just drop it ok."

      "I'm sorry, I just had such a wonderful day yesterday,
and last night I couldn't think of anything but Josh. And I
just couldn't wait to tell you how I feel." We always talk
about our relationships with each other. "He feels like joy
in a bottle. And..and, I can't explain it." I knew exactly
how she felt, but why? I'm so confused. "I even dreamt
about him last night! I've never dreamt about someone I've
liked before." What! She's dreaming about him too. This
might be a more difficult friendship after all. Why is this
happening to me?


Joshua

	I woke up Monday morning to the alarm buzzing in my
ear. Damn, I'm a mess. I forgot to change my boxers last
night. So I got up and took a shower. I can't get that
dream out of my head from last night. I've had wet dreams
before, but never about anyone I had known. I finished up,
dried my hair, put on some cologne, and got dressed in
kakis, a black polo, and my white K-Swisses.

      I went down stairs for breakfast. Adria and Kim were
already there and eating eggs and bacon with toast and oj.
Kim looked upset still. I opened up, <Kim I'm sorry, I
never setout to hurt anyone in this family.> She looked at
me, and tears started to flow down her cheeks and she
jumped up and wrapped her arms around me.

      Suddenly, it was all clear to me. I had always been
Kim's favorite, which is part of the reason I didn't
understand her resent bratty-ness. But she had to be upset
because she wouldn't be able to spend as much time with me
now that I was practically a house away. <I'll always have
time for my little sister! And I'll always be your big
brother.>

      <I'm sorry Joshy.> she was the only one I let call me
that.

      <It's ok now.> "It's Ok!" a said aloud. "Now let's
eat, we got school in an hour and half." She just smiled at
me with tear stricken eyes.

      We were back, a family once again. Breakfast was
wonderful. Mom commented on how nice I looked.

      Adria said, "Yea, I've always liked having a hot older
brother!" to Mom's and Kim's giggling, and my face getting
very red.

      "Hey, Mom, where is the bus stop?", trying desperately
to change the subject.

      "I'm not sure. Why don't you go next-door and ask your
new friends?"

      So, I drank down the last of my juice. And said I'd be
right back. "Say hi to your new girlfriend for me." yelled
Adria singsong. Man she's always liked pushing my buttons.
I ran out the back door, hopped the fence, and knocked on
their backdoor.

      "Josh, what's up dude?" Casey said as he answered the
door, a little red faced. Carrie must have been
embarrassing him too. He was looking sharp today!...Why was
I noticing?

      "I was just wondering where the bus stop is for
school?"

      "It's just down the street; if you want we're about to
head over there ourselves."

      "Cool. Is that the same spot for all the busses?"

      "Yea it is, you want your sisters to tad along?"

      "Yea, that would be cool. They like it when big
brother is around to protect them." I chuckled.

      "Yea what about Kim, she seemed kinda upset with you
yesterday."

      "No problem, she was afraid I wasn't going to spend
any time with her anymore, with the new room and all."

      "Ahh! That makes sense now. She's a big brother's
girl"

      "Yep, through and through!" we both laughed.

      "Josh! Hey how's it going?" Cassie popped up

      Smiling, "Hi Cassie, going wonderfully! Did you sleep
well?" she suddenly started to get red in the cheeks.

      "Yea, Very well. You wanta walk with us to the bus
stop?"

      "Me and Casey were just discussing that." I said
smiling.

      "Cool see ya in a few then!"

      I went back, kissed mom, got the girls, and headed out
the front door to wait in the front yard. We didn't wait
long though. By the time we closed the front door Casey was
coming out of his front door.

      We walked the few blocks to where the bus stop was.
The conversation was great. My sisters were being charming.
I think Adria might have a crush on Casey, the way she's
always looking at him. I wish I could open my mind around
the twins so I could hear what she's thinking, because I
bet she broadcasting with the stairs he's getting. I think
she saw me catching her in the act a few times, because she
stopped talking as much and was turning a slight shade of
pink.

      There are about ten other kids at the bus stop, but
none of them are our age there all my sister's ages. Which
I think was fine with Adria, because it gave her a chance
to get her mind off of Casey. I thought with this amount of
people I could chance `opening up'. They all seemed exited
to have new kids in the neighborhood. I wasn't getting the
"static" from yesterday around the twins so I was thinking
it will be safe.

      The girl's bus came before ours. After they left I
started to get snippets from the twins. They seemed to be
in their own separate little worlds.

      Carrie was embarrassed and nervous, and I got <...my
boyfriend, movie, how do I..., and ...so hot.> could she be
thinking of someone she's dating?

      Casey was distracted and confused, <I don't
understand, why am I, and ...got get this...> he must be going
through something right now, but I'm not sure what. And as
concerned as I may be I would never pry into someone's mind
without permission. And besides I don't know what the
static thing I'm getting from these two when I get close to
them.

      "What's up guys, you got quiet all the sudden?"

      "Oh, it's nothing. Just a lot on my mind that's all."
Casey said.

      "Yea, Nothing really." Carrie feebly answered.

      "OK, but look. I know we just met and all, but if
either of you need to talk to someone about anything. I'm
well known as a good listener. And I usually have pretty
good advice.

      "Thanks!" in stereo again. I don't think I'll ever get
used to that. I had to chuckle though.

      The bus ride was uneventful. I did meet one of the
twin's friends, Bryan Carson. He seemed cool he sat next to
me, and the twins sat together. I kinda closed down with
all of the minds shouting in cramped space. Everyone seemed
way too happy.

      The first day school started out ok, but dissolved
after 3rd period. I was in only two classes with the twins,
3rd period AP Calculus and JROTC.

      I saw what the twins were trying to tell me. All over
the school were little packs of students. I was hanging
with Casey and Carrie in the morning and was introduced to
the Joes. They were the JROTC brats. And seeing as how I
was in "rot-see", as they called it, I was glad to meet
them. ROTC was my only non-AP class I was taking.

      The major difference between this school and my old
school's ROTC, was the new one was Army and I had been Air
Force. I met the XO of our company, a guy by the name of
Myles, and several of my class mates. They were cool.

      First period was AP chemistry. Mr. Newton (yea I
laughed the first time too) was the teacher. And he was the
kind of teacher I liked, very passionate about his subject.
The more passionate a teacher is about their subject the
more insight they give me. He was a bit worried about me
though because they were having a big test that day and he
didn't want me to get too far behind. I asked what sections
the test would be on, and lucky me they were at the same
place I was in at my old school. So I told him it was no
problem. He said ok because he wanted to see where I was
anyway. He said if I didn't do good he would let me take it
over.

      I was the first one finished, and he started grading
it as soon as I turned it in. I had about 20 min left in
class so I pulled out my new book and started memorizing
it. 5 minutes before the end of class he asked to see me
and we stepped outside.

      "Wow, You scored a perfect paper! Is this your
favorite subject or something?"

      "No sir, that's my usual test performance thought. If
I hadn't gotten a perfect score I would have been worried."
I smiled

      "This is how you perform in all your classes?"

      "Yea, as long it is theory in nature. Practical
application I normally get high B's and A's though."

      "Wow, well it will be a pleasure to have you in class.
But if I may ask why you aren't in collage already?"

      "Dad thought it would be best if I had a normal
childhood. Besides, I like the interaction with my peers;
everybody would be much older than me in college."

      My next class was JROTC. It was fun we had two 1st
Sergeants and a full bird Colonel as instructors. I had a
blast, I got my uniform and found out Wednesday is our
dress day, and I'm going to have get my hair cut. I'm not
happy about that, at my old school as long as it fit under
your hat they weren't that strict and my hair is not that
long, just to my chin, then all the way around. But these
guys were all business. So I have to get it cut at lest
another 3 in. up. Oh well, I like it anyway.

      3rd period started out ok, but crumbled just
afterwards. Once again I impressed my teacher and my new
friends by aceing a pop quiz. Ms. Gregor was a very good
teacher as well. I can see why this school out shines the
others in the state, the teaching staff seems to have a
passion for teaching.

      After AP Cal, we went to our lockers to change books
for the next classes. Me and Casey had lockers near each
other. Carrie's was down another hall. But it was cool; I
got a little while longer to hang out with Casey anyway.
Casey got the last of his books into his bag, closed his
locker, and said goodbye. As he turned to go off, someone
was walking past him at the same time. His leg got caught
in their leg and it took everything Casey had not to fall
flat on his face. The guy he bumped into however was not so
graceful. He landed face first on the hard floor.

      I suddenly got two very contrasting emotions. Casey
was scared out of his wits. <Omygod! Omygod! Shit! Shit!
Shit!>

      And the other was one of sheer venomous anger. <WHAT
THE FUCK! WHO DARES TRIP ME!>

      Everywhere else I got humor and laughter.

      "Aw Shit Mark, I...I'm so sorry, I sh...should have been
watching were I was go...going."

      The big guy on the ground was surprisingly fast. He
was on his feet and had Casey up against the lockers so
fast; I thought he might have knocked him out, his head hit
so hard.

      "Yea!! Well Not as sorry as your gonna be!!"

      Casey was groaning from the slam. Mark was holding him
up with one hand around his neck. I saw his arm reach back,
as he was winding up his blow, I reacted. I move beside him
and throw my hand up to deflect the blow away for Casey,
but instead I stopped his arm in mid-swing.

      <What the Fuck! Is he serious! I'll beat him to a
pulp!>, his anger was peaking. He couldn't belive someone
was standing up to him. I tried to send calming emotions to
him.

      "OK, stop this! It was an accident and he apologized.
Calm down and let's talk about it."

      That wasn't working; he was still way too pissed.
"What the fuck is your problem limp dick! This has nothing
to do with you!" as he released Casey he just crumpled to
the ground. I really wanted to bend over and see if he was
alright, but the Neanderthal was now looking at me with
fire in his eyes, <So the new kid thinks he's tough!> he
had backed up a step and was now squaring up with me.

      "Look, I don't want to fight you, but I will not let
you hurt my friend. So just calm down!"

      "Aww he doesn't "want" to fight me...'sob'...boo hoo," in
his best baby imitation, "you should have thought of that
before you stuck your nose where it doesn't belong!"

      He threw a punch at me, I easily parried it. Then
another one, and another, and another, I blocked each one
with ease. After the 5th attempt he was starting to piss me
off. I needed to defuse the situation.

      He threw his 6th punch with his right hand. I stepped
left and parried with my right, so his right shoulder was
exposed to me. Then, I rotated my hand so that my palm was
facing his arm, and grabbed him by the wrist. I started to
pull him forward, using his own momentum against him,
pulling his upper body forward, and bending him in half.
With my left hand I began applying pressure to his right
arm just below the shoulder. Pulling with my right hand and
pushing down with my left, bent his arm up into the air
while his body and shoulder were going downward at a 45
degree angle in the wrong direction. He cried out from the
pain this was causing.

      "Alright now, calm down and I'll release..."

      I didn't get to finish because he started moving
quickly. He began to fall straight down to the ground,
pulling his arm from my grip. He then spun in mid fall so
that his back was facing the ground instead of his chest.
He used the momentum of the twist to throw a punch at my
unprotected family jewels. Luckily he couldn't aim well
while falling to the ground, but the desired effect of him
breaking the lock worked. As well his blow hit me right
between the legs, but thankfully just behind the sack.
Either way I was thrown back by the force of the blow, and
stunned for a second.

      He took the time to get to his feet quickly and was
throwing a punch at my gut before I could react. The blow
connected and, although it winded me I second, it didn't
really hurt at all. He continued his assault by throwing a
punch at my head. (Why was he only using his left arm now?
Did I hurt him that much?) I felt him hit me in the nose
and it knock by head back, but once again it didn't hurt
that much. I must be lucky he didn't break it. He did
however daze me briefly from my head snapping back. And
then I saw his head coming straight at me. He head butted
me just above my left eye. Once again, he just about
knocked me off my feet, but the blow didn't hurt like I
knew it should be.

      I had had enough! I was getting pissed at this. So I
decided to try and end this quick. He stumbled back a bit
from his head hitting mine and I took the opportunity. To
land a blow in his gut, just on the right side. The sound
of air escaping his mouth told me the fight was over. He
crumpled to the ground, huddled over, one hand grasping my
shirt, the other clutching his chest as he tried to find
air.

      Suddenly, a teacher rushed through the huddled crowd.
"What's going on here?!" As he rushed up to us, "Oh my god!
What did you do to this poor boy? The teacher asked me, a
concerned look on his face. The sound of mark gasping for
air was very loud.

      Before I could answer, several other men came on to
the scene. "What happened here?" I later found out Coach
Barry said.

      "A fight, and a little one sided I'd say. Take this
boy to the office." The first teacher said pointing at me.

      "What? Hey, wait a minute. I was just..."

      Save it for Principal Darwell, young man. Your first
day and we can already see your gonna be a troublemaker." I
try to protest but he just drags me away. I noticed Casey
is out like a light as I passed him.

      "Oh my God! Casey!" was all I heard as Carrie was
running to her brother on the ground.

      So there I am in this little room. It reminded me of
the interrogation rooms you see on television cop shows.
After about 20 minutes an older man walked in and sat down.
And although I have never met him personally, I knew this
was principal Darwell.

      "Well Mr. Kinston, it would seem trouble likes you. So
would you like to tell me why you would pick a fight with
Mark?"

      "Pick a fight with him? He started this, not me! My
friend, Casey Toma, accidentally tripped him as he was
walking by Casey's locker. Casey apologized and the guy
threw him against the locker and started to swing on him. I
stopped him and asked him to calm down. He proceeded to
throw punch after punch at me, and I defended my self."

      "So let me get this straight.  His shoulder is popped
out of joint, he has several cracked or broken ribs, and he
is going to need stitches for that cut on his head. You, on
the other hand, don't have a mark on you, and you were
defending your self. Sounds like you were playing with
him."

      "I...I broke his ribs??"

      "Yes, that's what happens when you kick and punch some
one several times in the ribs. They break! Not to mention
that you dislocated his right shoulder!"

      "I only put him in the arm bar to stop him from
throwing punches, and stop the fight. And I only hit him
once"

      "Your telling me you only hit him once! That's your
story? Then how come he is bleeding from the head and has
broken ribs?"

      "That must have been from when he head butted me!
Besides, ask anyone who was there! I gave him ample time to
stop the fight and calm down."

      <This kid is messing with the wrong person. If he
thinks this innocent act will work on me> "The only ones
who would talk, said that you and your friend started this.
That you were laughing at him when he fell and provoked him
in to fighting you."

      "WHAT?" The lights flickered a moment. I was getting
angrier by the second. <Dad! I think I need your help at
school>

      <What's wrong son?>

      <I got in a fight today, trying to save Casey from the
beating of a lifetime. I tried several times to stop the
kid, and get him to calm down. But this guy was over the
top. The principal doesn't believe me, I'm actually
surprised he hasn't called you yet.>

      <Ok I'm on my way.>

      After staring at this guy for the time it took to send
a message to dad, "Well what do you have to say for your
self?"

      "I want my father here before I say something I might
regret!"

      "Ok son, that's fine, but I don't think your daddy is
going to like what you've done."

      A knock came at the door, and it opened. The school
nurse came in. "After looking at that boy I thought I
should see how bad the other one is."

      "Good idea! Make sure me dose not have any bruises."
He said smirking.

      "Yea, because he hit me twice in the head and I would
hate for the swelling to get too bad." I said.

      They both looked at me like I was crazy. Darwell left
shaking his head. <I can't believe that kid can lie to my
face like that.> that hurt. These guys thought I was full
of shit.
      "You say he hit you twice in the face?" said the
nurse, looking closely at my face.

      "Well punched me, then head butted me. They weren't
very hard, but there should be some bruising."

      "Yes there should, but there isn't much more than a
few abrasions on your nose. It's a lot less than you're
punching bag got." He said with a smirk.

      "But, I only hit him once!" I was getting very
frustrated!

      "I don't think so. There is not much chance that a
single punch could bruise an area over 8in. in diameter!"

      "WHAT??"


End of Chapter 2


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